I just do not feel good, but not that I feel alone like previous times, if not this time is a matter of something bigger, but not really what it is, only if I clear that it is higher.

I'm tired, I'm exhausted. Again I feel sorry, I turn to have sadness, but not like earlier times.
Clearly you have noticed, you will see that he had no reason, well not like they have now, not as they really exist now.
I just want a little peace of mind, which is not much to ask, but I also know that nobody will give me.
I've always given appropriate support to those who need it, but, but, really, who gives it to me me?
My mother has always been with me in everything, even so, it is not what I need I'm not asking for something more. Simply it's not just that.
There is something more, something much more important than me again resorting to words that I hope will not be forgotten like so many others.
I have fear, fear.
I have fear of some day having to give up, or not wanting to go willingly.
I have started so well that I do not want to die now.
With death, I mean the word literally, it's just something I understand.
But what will happen if there are things that never to forget?