The Mystery That Is You Poem by David Lomenick

Your every choice kills me,
i'm always involved.
your mystery has never been solved,
and never will be.
Does your existence exist,
or are we fools to believe?
Are you really watching over,
or is the earth a cover that we are under?
Are you really here beside us,
or are we all just paranoid?
If you really exist,
then where are you when disaters come,
when people die of suicide,
or natural causes?
All the tries to prove you're real,
When will they ever learn that it will never be solved,
but if you do,
I believe you were there when my friend tried to end her life,
you helped her live,
even though she might not believe in you.