Short writings, book one

final restort

128-tw religion, death

I fell down to my knees and looked up at the sky

i knew what i wanted. i was on my knees so pathetically. I felt humiliated. but it wasn't about me. so i clasped my shaken hands together and started to pray for her.

i didn't even believe in a god.
Im not even religious at all.
but i was hopeless.
i knew that i was desperate,
but i didn't care.

i know i don't deserve for god to hear me.
but even so, it's still not about me.

can any sinner get their wishes granted by him?
they have to.
they have to because theres no where else for me to turn.

So god, please
please don't take her life away from me