I lived in misery for thirty years.
Every damn day I burst into tears.
I was angry when my sister was born so I prayed for her to die.
One week later she passed away, it was the only time I saw my dad cry.
I blamed myself day after day when she died.
I couldn't forgive myself no matter how hard I tried.
But after going to therapy, my guilt has come to a halt.
My therapist has assured me that my sister's death wasn't my fault.
The pain and guilt I endured was too much for me to bear.
I should've known that God would not answer such a prayer.
My life is so much better now that my guilt and pain are gone.
I'm at peace and my life can finally go on.