Living

It such a hard world to live in. People come and go, but still we try hard to live in it. As day goes by life get hard, but no one will realize it. As for me, I try hard living everyday but harder I try harder it get. Sometimes I wonder why did I born? I was hoping to be not given a life, but still I grateful for the life given. Why it is a hard time from the beginning? Sometimes I wonder how other people can be so happily living. Recalling my story making me lose hope of living.
I'm sorry bit it's not the time to tell my story.
Why is it always me?