I asked my self
How could I live easily for a life that made difficult for someone else

I asked myself
How rare I hurt people so I always want to ask for their bits of help

I asked myself
How little sins that have ever caused me courageous enough to wish a lot to Him
When it should be wishing every time, not only when remembering sins

I asked myself
How cannot I try forgiving myself
or hugging the broken pieces of heart
or swallowing the sadness
and smiling brightly to get through the day