Am I?

Today is rain.
Reacently I feel something strange.
Yesterday, I told a small lie to you.
I said I'm not so bad, but I feel like a depression.

My burden is too heavey for me.
But I know, God, You can do it.
Although, I'm too bad and too weak as a vessel of God.
I can't do this without some help from other people.

I can't make up my mind to accept all about my mom.
I feel my faith is too weak that make up my mind to carry this burden.