at night I cry out
into empty spaces.
I cry to You
not knowing if you’re listening
not knowing if you’re there
thinking that I’m crazy for believing.

but I don’t believe.

I don’t believe,
but I keep talking to You
as if you'll answer me.

But you stopped answering long ago.

I cry for what I’ve lost.
but all that follows
is silence.
My God fills my despair with silence.
I keep on struggling in the deafening silence.
But nothing changes because
Nothing is the same.