The world is nowhere near to me. I’m floating in my world between Heaven and Earth thought I was free of this despair, as I fight on to stay alive every single day. Things seem to go fine until I get one blow that makes everything worthless and life too much of a painful to live with.one more last breath is not negotiable, it’s not possible.
Too tired of a life with no laughter, tired of waking up to the madness and the chaos of a kitchen full of dishes from one end to the other. A house that gets cleaned every day but never stays cleaned, laundry that never ends.
Meals to prepare, the burden of motherhood with depression of a mother suffering depression, trying hard to make it possible to fulfil all my duties takes a toll on my mind, my sanity at constant attack. Loneliness in my head beats my heart slow like a derailed train about to roll. Hopeless and helplessness sinks deeper and deeper into the bottom of the earth, taking me with it.
What should I do? Where should I go? Who should I talk to? How do I live this way? Who should I blame. Why am I here? God, please hear me and tell me, give me a sign, show me the way, take me out of this pain.
This cave is too deep, too dark to roll in it alone. I’m drowning in the hurt that is burning me inside out. I’m giving up. I’m letting my soul go. I’m losing the fight.
I’ve fought hard enough. Sometimes I win, most times I lose. Is this fight worth it? I want to believe life is worth living. I want to believe life is more than the pain cutting me inside.
I’m so tired of feeling tired, so tired of crying, so tired of breathing, so tired of not knowing what tomorrow will be like. So tired of going in it alone, so tired of wanting change. I can no longer fight this fight alone? I have no energy to fight on, no weapons strong enough to win, no armor to protect myself with from the bullets of deep pain that aims at me day after day and I can no longer pretend I can win this war.
I raised my hands to heaven begging for Mercy to lie down in my heart, for the end must be here, no more crying, no more tears, but hope for peace for everyone who believes in peace.
I dream of heaven to open its golden gates to my soul. I wish for those who suffer in silence to find the strength to fight on for what they believe. I pray for those who find life a burden they can’t carry it on any longer.
I’m down with my luck. I’m sailing to the end of a world I don’t know, like a soldier who abandoned his weapons to escape the bullets, only to get caught and charged with mutiny. My destiny in the hands of God.
I close my eyes and pray I will wake up in a better place with pigeons on my head, under an olive tree.
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