promise

i often wonder why some good people are given the worst possible situations. they try so hard to make the best of it and help the ones who need guidance and direction, yet it seems as though it never gets better and is just a neverending cycle. i often wonder why some people always think so low of themselves and deem themselves weak, and their last resort is just to give up and walk out on everyone and go back to "that life." i often wonder how long it takes for recovery. for one's life, for one's physical appearance, for a family, for a sickness.

i often wonder why God allows substance. it does no good, so why can't he just take all of it away. i wonder why my parents have to deal with this. i wonder what it would be like if i didn't have to grow up in front of all of this, and have to hear constant struggle and pleas almost every night.

i wonder..