broken heart

As i came to lay on my bed I read a story of a girl named Hadeel A young lady on her way to school As i started to read my hearbeat increased my throat became dry and tears started to roll down my cheeks My chest became tight i feel like i can't breath and the only thing on my mind is they have it worse than you Am i that weak are they that strong I break apart daily because of their stories and the pain just increase by the minute I find myself asking tonight how do they do it i feel so helpless to be here and not there helping I want to do my part i do im not sleeping at night because of their stories And i feel like im breaking apart does it make me weak if i step back a bit i feel mentally i won't be able to help if i stay but than when i stay away for a minute or two i go back i don't know what to do. PALESTINE IM SORRY IF I FAILED YOU😭