I've been through so much so it breaks my heart when people tell me I'm unkind.

I've lost so much, gave a lot, provided yet someone who I don't know and doesn't know me says that I'm unkind.

When people abused me, took advantage of my weaknesses, asked for too much, I gave them everything and still I am called unkind.

It pains me. It breaks my heart.

Someone like me. Someone who prioritizes others before myself, unkind?

If you only knew how tired I am because I was too kind.

If you only knew how empty I am because I was too giving.

If you only knew how much it hurts when I remember the times I lost people because I can't ask much.

My heart aches.

You don't know who you're talking to.

How many times I have traveled hell just to make people happy, yet they're still unsatisfied.

You don't know how much, how hard I pray that my life should be taken away just so I can make everyone happy.

I pray every night. That I never wake up.

Just so they won't hate me anymore.

Just so they won't blame me anymore.

Just so I won't waste their time anymore.

I pray every single night, that if I fell asleep, I don't wanna wake up.

I've died before. Why not let it happen again?

Why didn't I just die?

Why did I have to come back?

I don't understand.

I don't understand why I have to endure all of this even when I was supposed to gone.

Am I not supposed to feel better that I survived?

Am I supposed to suffer like I was in hell?

Edi sana di na lang ako nabuhay.

My heart aches.

You don't know how exhausted I am from being too kind.

You don't know how tired I am from being unselfish.

You don't know how wasted I am from providing.

I am not the person who you're picturing.

Nobody has been truly kind to me, not even my own family.

So please.

Don't tell me I'm unkind.

You don't know how much that hurts me.

Kung alam mo lang kung ano ano yung pinagdaanan ko, you might wish people be kind to me. Not the other way around.