and been carried to the grave without ever breathing.
Why did you let me be born? I would rather have died before birth
I have only a few days left. Why don't you leave me alone? Let me find some relief,
God has covered me with darkness, but I refuse to be silent.
Why didn't I die at birth?
I wish I had been born dead and then buried, never to see the light of day.
Let them dry up like snails or be like a child that dies before seeing the sun.
He deserves to die for not killing me before I was born. Then my mother's body would have been my grave.