Life is overrated

We're breathing, not living....
Moving, not feeling...
Fighting, still heaving...
Life gives you nothing, not even time for healing.

This is my life.
Nothing but constant pain and never anytime to heal from it.
I try to look out for others but sometimes you've got to be selfish, right?
Take for example my mothers death. My family and my best frie- ... Ahem... Ex best friends family, were in a sticky situation. She had to chose between her mother and my mother, she took the selfish option, she saved her mother, and I dont blame her. I would've done the same.
Life chucks us so many obstacles and I start to think... Why do we think of life as such a wonderful thing?
Why is it supposedly so incredible and giving?
When in all honestly we all know we've been through shit and digging out of it is always ridiculously difficult and eventually impossible.
Layla is 16 and has been through more than some can imagine, although everyone goes through what they feel is the worst of their time so I'm sure her tale will seem to relate with yours. Layla's fate keeps screwing with her, it picks her up then once she thinks she's finally at her peak it slams her back down again.
This is the story of Layla, the girl with an unfortunate past and what she feels to be an impossible future, but also the girl that is still striving to prove that life can have more to it.
When she try's to break out of this never ending deprivation of a chance, do you think she'll manage?
When everyone she found close vanishes do you think she'll be able to move on?

This is my first book, don't judge ;)