Young Writers Society

To God

I’m sorry,
But it’s like a star falling in day…
And God,
I still don’t know how to say,
I’m sorry,
But death will take me soon…
And God,
She still just stares toward the doom.

You can’t be like this,
Yeah, everything’s come back to this…
You’ll never take it down,
Yeah, it’s just like the sound,
Of me screaming…

I’m sorry,
But I just can’t go away…
And God,
You still don’t want to say,
I’m sorry,
But the pain will never come…
And God,
Please tell me that she’s done.

You can’t be like this,
Yeah, I’ll never forget this…
You’ll always come around,
Yeah, it’s just like the sound,
Of me dying…