Despite my body's best effort, I am someone still alive.
I wonder how you are.
I wonder if you are okay.
I wonder how often you smile at the everyday.
Of course, I wonder if you ever think of me.
Are there any good or happy thoughts?
Or is it just the worst parts of me?
Regardless, I wish you nothing but love and peace. You deserve only to be happy and to find daily joy.
Maybe, just maybe, I'll stop beating myself up.
But in reality, I doubt it can ever be that easy.
