Nothing

Nothing.

That's describing me. My entire life. I am nothing. I am useless. I am hopeless. My existence is like an air. It is invisible but everybody needs me because if there is no me, all those helpless human have died ancient years ago.

I don't want to continue breathing. Just let me go. I am trapped long enough here. Please. I am willing begging for hundred years for you, my lord, to release me.

Just return me to my original form, which is getting rotten everyday in the coffin.
Because i know, being one of those gods means you are going to have a big responsible.
And I don't want to be a part of it.

I hate death. Yet, i chose it.
I hate life. Yet, I am live again.
As someone else.

I know, the god whisper to me, in a soft, tender, sweet voices, slowly, that he is sorry for making my life so pitiful that I can't handle it by myself. And he's sorry for making me live, yet he's making me living through this hateful, vengeful life again.

The god promises to me that this life will be great and I should enjoy it like everybody else. So, I agreed without knowing that I am in the game AGAIN that the god created : LIFE

Once again, why I should believe him? I am nothing after all.