What do you call this life?
It is hard to live
It is hard to breathe
I am totally exhausted.
They tell you to look at other people's illness that is far worse than yours to console yourself.
Too many toxic people around
Toxic people thinking that they are strong while you are weak and cursed for being sick.
I am exhausted
I am burned out
Happiness as been drained from me.
I am out of tears
Can't commit suicide because I am a coward
Can't commit suicide because of the hurt my siblings will go through.
I am stuck
Everybody is fighting their own battle, no one cares.
I am weak
I heard humans are created on earth to worship God.
Can't we worship God in heaven?
Must we be in this hurtful, sickful, decaying human bodies?
And some say we are above the angels
I say the angels are lucky because they are not subject to poverty, hurt, sickness, pain that the human body and world brings.
What is the advantage of being human?
It is so painful
I am not where I should be.
I take solace in my fantasy, fantasizing about how healthy, well doing my family is.
How I provided for my family.
How life was great for me
It was as if I was high on hopium
But I was not
Some say I am ungrateful for not appreciating God
I say God shouldn't have left me
He shouldn't have avoided me
If it was my sins, can't He forgive me?
I just want a painless death.
No one to talk to
They only tell you to trust in God
But God is not forthcoming
He doesn't talk to me.
He laughs at my woes.
He drinks my tears
Am in pain