loosing grip

Have you ever feel empty... so empty that you can't even remember what your dreams are?

I wanna be hurt so I can cry
I wanna be rejected so I can wroth
I wanna be offended so I can curse
I wanna be mad so I can out of breath
I wanna be broken so I can feel pain in my heart

It's like having everything in gray
and taste every single thing sourly
The spirit is slowly dying
Even a slap in the face won't make a change

Which way to go, O' Lord??
Just pointing your finger and lead me to that beautiful place you promise me
I'm more than lost
My sight is blurry
And all i need is a miracle... a little one

Can we work this thing together?
Should I stop or should I walk away?