Giving In
I'm conflicted, my head is
twisted. I can't hide my pain
inside any longer. It's breaking
me down. I've been battling an
endless war inside myself. To
headstrong to give into this
aching heart of mine. I'm sick
of it all. In the most desprite
way I need a reset button. I
want to wake and be a new
man. I'm conflicted despite all
the good in my life. I'm forever
a tortured soul. My black cloud
still remains over head. The
sun hasn't shined on me in
days. I'm getting to old to fight
this battle alone. I'm giving in
I need a shoulder to lean on.
This weight has become to
heavy for me to bare.
Weakness is what's left of the
strong man I once was.
Copyright © Richard Tarr | Year Posted 2014
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