Nada, nada más

Excuse me crying, dear God.

I used to convince myself I may get a way, no matter how murk and narrow it has shown. But the more I know, the less I understand; The more I've been through, the less I get strong; The more I think, the less I clear. I go to bed in the midnight, I know something's going wrong. I wake up in the morning and I know something wrong is going on.

Everybody seems to know what's going wrong with the world, Nonetheless I don't even know what's going on in myself.

Dear God, Humans are so fragile. Like Ingrid Michaelson sings in her song: "Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts? Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts. So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess. And to stop the muscle that makes us confess."

Dar God, You have to give me something I can live for here today. I need something I can believe in for today.

You have to let me know that I'm not the only one who's going wrong. At least for today.