Hurt

I wanted to convince myself that everything is going to be okay. That somehow I'll be fine --- but I'm not.

I feel so helpless. All I can do is to sit with the pain until it passes. Drawing my knees up to my chest, I hug them as tight as possible. Because, just like how liquid takes the shape of its container, I was hoping that maybe the smaller I make myself, the smaller this excruciating pain will be.