dented ceiling that i stare up at
as if asking that GOD for answers
but half the time he never answers
i know it's 'cause i doubt too much
but GOD, don't you understand?
you never said anything to begin with
is that my fate?
to always have to start and finish things?
because i'm
sick
and
tired
of
having
to
touch
sky
all
by
myself.