Have you ever smiled or laughed at something and felt guilty for doing so?
Well, I did. Many times.
For someone who’s having a hard time, I sure laugh a lot.
It must be my brain though.
Or, it must be my heart.
But it may be my humanity.
It may be a shield to keep my sanity.
That, I do not know.
I have people to rely on, I know.
But for someone who was told to be a dead weight, I cannot force myself to ask.
I can only hope they would hear my cry.
A cry for help.
A cry for salvation.
A cry to live.
A cry to survive.
Would it be too much to ask?
Would it be foolish to hope?