My life.

My life.

My life is not the life someone would ever ask for.

My life is a mess.

My life is bewitched.

My life is hurting.

My life Is heartbreaking.

Sometimes I wish I could die while sleeping.

But I think of my loved ones.

My life is difficult.

God, why?

I worry every day.

I cry, I smile, but it’s unforgettable.

And worrying doesn’t take away today’s troubles; it takes away today’s peace.

I’m dead.

What’s left is for my heart to stop beating.