This is my place...the only place I can call my own...the place where thoughts run free...where ground is broke...where people may be inspired...this place is my place...be inspired...be challenged...be free...and think about a life where your thoughts can change the world.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Falling
So weak and so tired...tears filling my eyes...so I fall into your arms and hit the cold cement hard...my face hurts and is numb...as the tears roll down and onto the ground...laying in a puddle of my own blood from the fall...too weak to get up and dust off...too tired to even care...lay still maybe someone will rescue me...its your fault I say to myself...you tapped out all your resources...its your fault I say...you let yourself go and fall...you opened the door...its your fault now I say to myself...no one is coming to help you...you suck and you lose this time...this game is over...and you are all alone...dont even try any more...laying there on the cold cement wishing the pain was gone...wishing it was over...wishing I wasnt here.
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