My Lord, YOU know me better than I know YOU.. but that's OK.. it's almost time for me to leave this world for the kinder place, and maybe, just maybe we won't see each other anymore. Who knows?
Tell me why YOU made my mother give birth to me? Tell me why YOU told my father to work hard for food on my table and books for me to learn from? Don't YOU know that money can't buy happiness, especially such little money that I have? Maybe YOU didn't want me to be happy. Maybe YOU wanted to make fun of me. Always ME! That's too much! Find someone else and laugh at him all you want!
I'm tired. I want to quietly live a simple life. I wish to look up at beautiful birds and NOT to think my strange thoughts. I want to love women and NOT to wonder about future complications. I'd love to spend all my money on happiness and NOT to dread the emptiness which comes with the luck of money.
Why do YOU need me? You made me an intelligent and conscientious person. But you forgot to give me oblivion. Why am I ALWAYS responsible for everything that happens?? I'm sick and tired of this. Can't you find somebody else to carry this burden for YOU? Let them do this hard work for once. That will teach them.
My Lord, let me go and experience quiet bliss. And I'm going to thank YOU. And we're not going to annoy each other anymore. YOU will rest from my prayers. And I'll rest from YOUR loud words which only I seem to hear. I want to be like everybody else. I just want to be happy without consequences. If YOU love me, let me go. Thank YOU. Bye.
(translated from Russian by Aquatrel Ra)
http://www.proza.ru/2005/07/24-91