The Moon, Stars and Chinadolls

A letter to the God

This life is so fucked up.

I'm trying to hold on to it,

just a single thread

and it keeps slipping away.

I keep hoping for a better tomorrow,

but it just keeps getting worse and worse.

It's 10:35 pm now and I'm crying,

And I'll probably be up till 3:00 am.

Crying.

They have all changed,

they have all changed.

The time has changed.

Or am I the one who's changed?

I want to give up,

But I'm scared.

I wish this was just a dream,

like I've been asleep all this time

and everything has gone to the beginning,

when I wake up.

Because this is the absolute worse.

I wanna give up.

How the things turned this way?

Why did things have to turn this way?

Is there any way?

Does hope have any meaning at this point?

I know I've always asked for a miracle,

but I'll do it all over again.

I'll get down on my knees,

I'll sing you prayers,

I'll cry in front of you,

I'll do all this without any shame.

I need a miracle.

But I know you will be as indifferent as always.

Sitting on your throne,

Shining brighter than the sun.

Not even sparing me a glance,

Not even listening to my pleas.

I don't know what to do, so I'll just wait.

But if you can't give me a miracle,

I really don't wanna wake up tomorrow morning.

It's the times like this I think that

maybe death is not that bad of a thing.

So please give me a miracle,

Please God, please.

Please give me a miracle,

because I want to live.