Enough

Honestly, most days I want to die.
While I smile and pack lunches, I fight the pain, the war.
I don't know why God keeps me here, I've sought him so much on the matter.
This pain is not normal, this war of consuming thoughts...rights, wrongs, don't screw this ups!
Always, no matter what, smiling so the memory I leave behind me is always pleasant.
My heart feels everything, everybody, like they are my own children, brother or sisters.
I love too deep, I feel too much.
I just want to lay down and sleep for eternity, I'm so tired.
God, why do you keep me here?