We Have Blisters

Dear God,

You ain't make me out of titanium

I am fragile, with feelings

Feelings that make me more fragile

I am a wreckage that simply blew out by the storm

Some parts are rusting, some parts are broken

The existence of vague living

I am living in an endless loathing life

They say I am fine, but they are not me

I used to be happy

He used to be happy

We could have been happier

We could be together

Living the life without shades

However... we are hurt and lost

We are unconscious

We are fairytale, perhaps?

Please fix me, fix us

You know i am broken,and he is broken

Please, I beg You everyday in my pray

Please give me signs, give us signs
Tell us

Soon, perhaps?

Please...

:'(