sometime's i wish, that i was not weak, that the strength in me did not exist, that it did not flow through my blood,

i wish that the happiness of other's come before me, i think in silent's, anger, but like him, feeling, take,
is what it says,


i ache, because i am weak to love weak to give, and weak to be abuse, i am at a lost, why is it said that the good die young, it is a concept that haunt's me, and why is not part of the anwser,

one second of cruelty, can not be displayed, i give in, my humble smile is my curse, my compassion destroys me, and i can not bow out,

why was i choosen, why does my hear expand, to the love of all, why was i meant to cry as the tear's claimed my pillow, not letting me venture into darkness, a anwser does, not speak to my mind,

this weakness covers the human being in me, you fool, is all that come's into play,