It's really difficult to ask for help because even I, myself can't comprehend as well what's going in my mind, heart, soul, and life.
There were times, wherein I feel fine. I'm okay like I'm okay. Everything seems yellow and blue. I feel like I can surpass the mountain.
Also, there were days wherein I feel like I'm merely surviving and I'm barely living.
But, I want to cry and scream for help because everything feels too much and heavy.
I need help because I need help. I need help because I can't understand anymore. I need help and I don't know why.
I need help but why do I need to answer "why?".
I need help but why do I still need to explain?
There's a lot of wonders in my silence. Pain and suffering in my sighs. It takes a lot of courage to put that smile. Bravery and big heart to remain soft and kind despite of the chaos and destruction that I been through.
It's not easy and I'm asking for help. Why they can't understand?
