"Why am I still here?!" I felt my eyes down to my neck burning with heat from my overflowing tears. My hands are shaking. In a mixture of anger, depression and overwhelming pain.
I couldn't help asking all the saints how much sin I had committed and why they had to be so cruel to me And if the sin I committed was that serious, why didn't they take me? Why does my punishment have to be like this?
"Lew, it's okay, you're gonna be okay..." even though I was crying, my friend still managed to comfort me.
I shook my head over and over but I feel like no matter how many times I say this, no one will ever understand how much it hurts me, "I'm not! I'm never... I'm never gonna be.. . okay..."
It's like I'm being crushed from the inside out. I feel like I'm slowly running out and in the end one
