My Jesus died from suicide, giving up life, blood-shed tears he cried. he lost all hopes as i did mine, another death to unwind. no more son/sun, clouds fill with gray. who would've known he'd kill himself today? those mumbling words he said, i cannot understand. leaving life's side, he grabs death by the hand. and for once in my life, it all seems real. i don't know if i care, or what i'm supposed to feel. so, he killed himself, another death among the sins, another death to feeling nothing for again. my feelings slowly change, there's someone better than this guy. maybe if you were real, then i wouldn't have to lie. no connection was made between us, there was no effort for you to try. there's nothing left between us, and that is why my jesus comitted suicide....
Reason for writing:
i wrote this inspite of all the believers and non-believers...everyone has there own opinion on religion..here is mine...
Birth sign: Aquarius
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