This Is Me Maria

I don’t want help. I want the peace that only the sweet release of death can bring.

I beg God all the time to just let me die, but he’ll provide no such comfort it seems.

I don’t believe I was meant to live a full life. For a moment I believed I was here to raise the two Littles but now I can’t tell if I am just mucking it all up.

Every emotion filled moment is like a brush with death, but only a tease as if to remind me that I’ll have no such luck today.