Once again it was past midnight when I woke up from my lethargy and I couldn't feel a thing.
Nothing has changed after all these years I couldn't live, I'm still whining and crying pointing to the sky with trembling hands, waking up watching the same day over and over and I can't help but keep asking to the void,
why am I staring at the same ceiling, writhing in the same agony, recalling the same gone days, locked up in the same rotten body?
Because no one will answer, please, God, release me.