God's hands's slices of misery

I'm lost in my bed, only refuge I've found on Earth , a safe place beyond these silent walls where there isn't why to listen, believe or tell all lies  that we all usually listen everywhere.Hearty, friendly than others, my  pillow... Should I tell you all my secrets ... Or should I keep my mouth closed ?
Counting the days, like slices of a rotten and forgotten cake, unwanted by all, forgotten in last drawer...
Somebody told me " Nothing lasts forever" but it forgot to say" less goddam's suffering and we aren't in hell yet, aren't? 
Pieces from hell, falling from a big and great table of blessing and godsend, what God won't eat, it certainly will offer to us, like misery crumbs and you can be sure all human kind will accept it from it hand like the better slices , sweetest cakes from Heaven. Heaven that we won't see. Because it hasn't made for us.



Gabriela Batista Coutinho 22/04/2014