The begining

Sunday, September 17, 2006

tormented and weak

I am tormented by the strings my heart is pulling
I don't know why I am fooling myself into believeing I
am strong I am as weak as the child who has nightmares at night
unable to see unable to fight unable to walk the straight and narrow
I am so weak and so tormented with sorrow that I can't stand on my own
two feet as I am brought to my knees with pain I look at what I have
to gain and yet I look at why I have to live my life in turmoil and guilt
when I have done nothing wrong but I look for the strength in all
I can and find that being weak is all I have to give.


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