i know nothing.

I know nothing of war,

I know nothing of pain,

I know nothing of starvation,

Of disease, of abuse

Torture, suffering

Mental illness

Neglect, poverty, exploitation

I don't even know anything of death.

So why do I hurt so much? I have no right.

How can I believe in God, in hope, in kindness, when that's all I've ever known, when I've never known the dark side?

Does my innocence, my privilege, make me weak? Weaker than most. Too weak, so that I buckle, and give in at every chance.

Do I deserve to help people, when I've never had to help myself? How can I tell anyone that it's going to be okay, when its not.

Every inch of my being screams,

Spineless. Senseless. Hopeless. Worthless. 

Less.

I know nothing.