kendra.lupita

I think I will ask God

“Why?”

for the rest of my life.

And never,

Will I ever come to understand it.
 

Even if God Himself ,

came to me to tell me the reason.

The house was on fire, 

And the ceiling fell.

But when it did, 

It didn't land well.
 

It was your cause of death,

At just fourteen. 

You had to leave,