I don't write much as my English is not that good. But trying won't kill me rite? This is one sad poem, "The Truth of The Last Lie" by me. Leave your thoughts k.

All dark and gloomy

Everyone inside yet not me

I sit under the cherry tree

Pretending no one can see me

I look upon the dark sky 

I ask, and wondering why

Why should God make DIE

Why would we people die

Nana told me she is leaving

To a place dream is living

Nana is lying while she is dying

No place named Heaven is existing

There is no God in existence

Only people make resistance

Pretending God is earing and listen

Dreaming there is life in Heaven

I get up and walk

To my lovely puppy i talk

Do you know why we DIE?

Woof! Woof! I sigh and I smile.