Please, God. Please.
My silent prayer to God this morning to come back to me, more me to Him. I am being awful at what I do and I want this over just so I can get a fresh start next semester. No faults or flaws, less damages. I’m obsessed that way. Like the moment I screw up, I want a brand new sheet in front of me, unscathed.
But I am wasting every single day that passes by before the golden time arrives, like all I do is wait for the day to end, sit here and pass time excited for the finish. It’s like flipping through without touching the pages. I am unmoving.
Please God, please fix me.
This cannot be me.
I have no will; You’ve got to move me.
Please God, please.
After all– what am I without You?
Nothing, cries the silent beat of my heart.