I feel my heart beat
In my hands
And feet

I can't feel it where it's suppose to be

I hate the summer sun
July
August
Are never any fun

I start to write until my head goes blank

I wish it were night not day

My life feels like a machine
I can't turn it off
I won't believe

I love him
But belief is far

My faith so gone

She says it's all from a God

I hope for more than one
or none