Me.Not.Thinking. Poem by thomas coltrin

So if that's the way were meant to be,
Living in this built reality.
With mans twisted thought mentality,
In this worlds cruel brutality.

Holding on to what was meant for him,
Reaching out to god with just one hymn.
Wanting more but expecting less,
If i could with a broom, id clean up this mess'

But sadly its not that easy,
A gun we need to help this feeling.
With a needle and a few shots,
Is ware we hide our darkest thoughts.