My heart's fill, .....***

Every second, every minute, every hour, every noon, every night, every day, every week and every month, every year up to start a new change, no change in my life....

Makes breathing more difficult, I felt suffocated...
Always been pensive, sad to see the point of life itself increasingly blurred.

I want to help, I need help...

My age is increasing rapidly, the greater the sense of inferior because I looked less and less ideal.

I have to do the changes? Change what and how?

God forgive me...not me complaining. But there are doubts that my heart, this my heart's fill.
Please listen to that
I want to be valuable as well. Not to be praised, but I want to be loved...