Questioning Life, a general poetry

Questioning Life

I was so confused. I didn't know what I believed in. I was just questioning everything. I don't know how much sense it will make to you...of COURSE it makes sense to me. Read and tell me how bad or good it is.

Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 133 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 08-26-01 - id: 383764

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*--Questioning Life--*

8-26-01
My stomach feels like it's turning inside me
My eyes want to cry, it's hard to see,
I don't know what I believe in,
I'm questioning things...friends, religion
How do I know I need friends?
How do I know if God's there?
How do I know Jesus died on the cross
For me?

I have a lump in my throat, I can't talk
My parents are gone, they went for a walk
I don't know if I believe in happy families
We're horribly dysfunctional, help me, please
How do I know they love me?
How do I know my sister cares?
How do I know I even love them?
Should I?

~Heather


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