Why...
I sit Quietly.
Watching myself as I watch my life spin out of control around me.
Helpless. Tired.
Why. Why does this have to happen.
It's not fair. I don't understand. She's too young.
Give it to me Lord. Give it all to me.
Let her be a kid.
Anger. Frustration.
I want to scream. No sound leaves my body.
No one hears. No one knows.
No one understands.
Tears. Loneliness.
Why God. I don't understand.
Make her better. I know you can.
Why don't you?
Are you there?
Don't you care? Aren't you listening?
I'm dying inside.
Helpless. So Helpless.
I see her tears fall. I feel her pain.
It's overwhelming.
I shiver.
So cold. So alone.
The pain sucks the life from my very soul.
I can't think.
I can only hurt.
How does she endure this? Why does she have to?
Where are you God?
She needs you. I need you.
I'm listening. I can't hear you.
Isolation. Darkness.
Please find us. Please help us.
Silence. Darkness.
Hope.
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