sendu

How much I want to accept the fact. I just can't.
How much people come and try to comfort me with supporting hands, I just can't.
How much I receive advise from my friends and how this is actually God's plan and there's always light at the end of the tunnel, I just can't.
 I want to break apart. I need to process.
Why did God do this to me?
How am I going to tell my mom, my family, and everyone?
I'm blank like a white crayon being ignored by all colored crayon.
I want to break down and let tears fill my face and wet my clothes.
I want to run away. But there's a saying, problems wont solve when you runaway from them.
I agree.
Bcs I've been running from this for quite a while now.
Now I'm broken. Totally.