I pray that my family succeeds in whatever dreams they want to reach. I pray for their safety, I don't want them hurt.
But why, why can't I be happy and thankful. I know sometimes I do. I think I'll die for them.
BUT.
When I'm angry I want to hurt them. I feel hate.
And when it's gone, it's gone.
When everything's fine, and we're all alright, it doesn't make me smile and think to thank God.
This is wrong right? I should. I'll try.
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