My dear God

My dear god, what have I done wrong that make you give me this hard burden. I have all the way been good. I don’t steal, I never do any against others, I never do any guilt, I have today is because of my own hard work, I struggle with my own will, and you give me chance to archive, but why now torture me this much, you give me pressure, you tide me too hard…Could you please give me some space to move. I am tired, I am stressed, I can’t breathe with your tide. Is this what you want to see in me. If yes, please just take my breathe away, I dunt wanna stay with this tension. It is too hard for me. I beg you, pleas I beg you.

They are all just too hard for me. I can’t do it all alone, I have no more will, I have no more confident, but look do you give me space to give up. Could I ever do that. I have to put all my left over gut to do all the work under this pressure. Could you please one time give me smile, give me some mate to cheer me up. Why everybody is not around when I am this down. I have always tried my best to help, but now I need them back, where are they? Just simple help they don’t do. Why is this world so heavy. Am i neither god nor evil, so please please treat me like normal person… I just need more breathe to survive…I bed you.