something i wrote a while back

i wasent felling to good

in the dead of night i lie in my bed
i here nothing
nothing at all
no anger no hate
it fells good
i wish it would never stop
but it can never stay
i think of some good times and think what is god
is he a man or a cowered
i think there are people dieing every day seconds
people say he loves us
HOW if there is death every five seconds not trying to be a hater on the "christens"
but in the beginning god killed his only son
people say the devil controls you but then you go to school and they tell you different
are they wrong for that
so i ask you why did you read this in the first place why do you believe in things that might not be true are u a really a believer or just one of the  band wagon people
they say that you need to read the bible every day for you to be a true believer why
if god is soo real they why doesn't he kill the devil and bring forever peace to the WORLD
think a bought it

Reviews

[Libby McKeown]

Ah I remember being young and screwed up lol! Ok, your poem needs a tiny bit of work. You feel, not fell, anger. Think about it, not a bought. And you hear things, not here them. Minor mistakes like that can detract from what you're trying to say. I really like what you're getting at, but your spelling is atrocious. Keep giving the blind their due. Good job!