Tear

This pain has no end. I cannot write about, I do not know why, maybe writing in English is difficult and before it, actually writing is difficult.
I am sure that these days are one of the most cumbersome moments in my whole life.
Not only I feel to escape from my parents' pains and leave them alone in suffering, also I empty of myself.
I want to finish. I want to finish. I want to finish...
Whom I can tell about my involvements? Nobody, even my God cannot hear me, even s/he...
What I can do now? Except to be finished...
I have nothing to follow, really nothing and my whole soul is ruined, it is eradicated and I do not know where I miss the fragments of my broken soul?
I wish I was a glass to put myself to an iron, 1000 pieces and finishing.
I do not want to be alive anymore...