Jan 07 2009
Do I even have the strength the stand at all?
Look at me. Look at me now. You see this smile on my face and you think I am fine. But you, you look at my face and you see the pain in every moment that my lips stretch across my teeth. You see the hurt in my eyes and you can see the tears coming hard and strong As I use every muscle and ounce of strength I have to hold back the creek that is flowing inside me. All my strength has been spent on keeping the shattered pieces of me glued together. The glue just won’t dry and as they pieces slowly fall out of place, I pull them back into their rightful spot. Do I have the strength to do anything but hold me self together? I know if you think I do, I shall. And if you tell me to, I shall. Because you have always been the only one that knows me And you have always been the only one that can put me back together when I can’t do it myself anymore. You know me body and soul, probably more than I know myself. Could you please just hold me,Hold me now. While I fall apart. And when I do, would you please put me back together? For you are the glue to my shattered vase. My empty vase, now shattered. I don’t think I can stand this any longer, could you please just hold me? Do I even have the strength to stand at all?
