My WIll Is Broken
My will is broken.
I have no strength left to argue my suffering.
I have no strength to do menial things.
I go in and out of death.
I have been dealt an unbearable amount of suffering and God has been perfectly passive.
I have to deal with the constant guilt of feeling like I am destroying my parents because of my suffering.
My wise self tells me that there is no escaping my pain. That every day I will suffer horribly until it is all over. However it ends. My wise self tells me to be still while I get torn apart…to not be surprised at the new jagged tears and the daily new torment…to stay as still as I can…until it’s all over