Life is cruel, life is bad, all words are because of people, and the most basic factor that creates people is the person himself. Do you know what people fear most in this life? He loses his loved ones and the main reason for losing them is man himself. Isn't lying the easiest way to escape from this life, and at the same time the fastest way to lead people to destruction, to breathe is not a natural phenomenon?
Then why does it seem so difficult that the lie does not only harm the life of the person told, it also destroys the person who is told, so heavy that carrying a lie is not being able to explain it even to your loved ones, it is a mistake to want to hide it even from yourself. A lie is most like a deadly ivy, whatever decision you want to get rid of, it hugs you and it will not be erased before you die how much I would like to die rather than lie and lose my loved ones, so those who read my article should not think that it's a rebellion, it's just the embarrassment that remains of the lie, even if everyone hurts, it's the pain of losing your loved ones and it's the pain of losing your loved ones. You don't know how painful it is to have done it with your own hands, you don't know how painful it is to look at the life of the person you love from afar in the most painful part, how painful it is to be nothing anymore, no pain can describe this angle, only love can describe this pain, the love of a mother for her child can be an example of this pain, regret until now It's the biggest weight I carry and for the first time I know that I can't handle this weight, this regret is killing me day by day, it's making me hate myself. A person can escape from himself. I'm trying to escape from myself and unless I succeed, that ivy pulls me deeper as the days go by, it gets smaller and more when I hug it. I want death not for myself, but so that the person I love does not forget my mistake and hate me.
There are so many words that there are many things to be said, but no matter what I say, no matter what I say, it does not end the regret in my heart. What a heavy burden of regret, it turns out that the dead people cry out loud, or to cry out that there should be no regret first. My destruction is worse than death, but my voice is not coming out of my shame, the fire inside me is so heavy.