My heart bleeds…

I'm a 17-year-old boy who has a lot of dreams of doing something good in life. Bangladesh is developing very well and I see a lot of hope among the people around me. But sadly, every time when I leave my home I think to myself, “What if I don't come back home in the same condition? What if today is my last day of life?”
Think of those people who died in the past couple of months. What was their fault? What could they have possibly done to deserve such gruesome deaths?