I lost the most precious thing on Earth.
My beloved wife died during childbirth.
I pushed her to have a baby even though the doctor told us not to.
Now that she's gone, I can't stand this unbearable pain I'm going through.
She was diabetic and I should've known better.
My life became complete on the day that I met her.
But now she's dead and I know that I'm the one to blame.
When they buried her, I knew that life would never be the same.
The baby also perished on that horrible day.
I wish somebody would shoot me and take the pain away.