The grey sky,

God is crying,
People everywhere are dying.
And i'm sitting here,
in class,
Wishing i could fade away
Wishing i'd become invisible,
,
So that people wouldn't notice
that they wouldn't ask,
what's going through my head
so they wouldn't see the thoughts of being dead.
Seems like these thoughts will never run away
life goes on,that's what they say,
and by the way,
"
Who are "they?
to whom am i refering when i write?
Gos is crying,
For those who are dying,
from the inside
like me,
I'm shouting
inside.
The rain falls down,
from his teary eyes
Sorry,but God's not real.
The clowds fade out,
and then they see,
It's just me,
Those are my eyes,
I'm the one that cries