The path I once walked, who could truly stand in my shoes and consider my struggles? How painful it once was, who would know? Watching helplessly as everything I cared about left my side, willing to see everything I loved go against me, seeing the things I used to yearn for, always feeling the kind of disappointment of never being able to attain them, who could understand?
After accepting all the trials again and again, I repeatedly convinced myself that I'd done my best. But in your minds, what do I even mean?
I lost what I loved most, the woman I loved is gone, my beloved family shattered. I never thought I would end up like this one day. Why did the road I traveled lead to this state? How I wish I could be carefree and happy, but it's likely nothing more than my own wishful thinking.
