Have you ever wanted/wished/begged to be killed on the street? Maybe getting hit by a car or getting the shoot from a thief? I have those thoughts daily. And you know what's the pathetic side of that? I can't even allow myself to die because there is still a lot to carry on my shoulders.
God if you really exist make me be the sick one. Give me her pain. I'm the bad one. I'm the one who deserve to be punished. Please let me be the one that suffers. I'm begging you to turn your anger against me. Let her in peace.
I'm tired. This isn't fair. I'm tired of seeing her suffer. Let me suffer instead of her. I'm the bad one. Let me die pls. Give her the best cus she deserves it. Let my mom save some relief.
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