Swimming

Will this sadness ever end?
When I was born, I swear
They gave me a heart that no 
form of love could ever repair
I feel as if I was put here to 
absorb all the pain 
The Lord never wanted me to 
be sane
For if I was sane, how could I 
write?
I fight, and give everything my 
might
But it seems as if times will not 
change 
I am drowning in a pool of my 
own sorrows
Of all the yesterday's and new 
tomorrow's 
May I borrow your smile sir?
Mine has gone missing;
Or maybe he went out for 
fishing 
I question if the sun will ever 
shine down upon me again 
I'm sick and tired of feeling like 
it is always the end;
Drowning drowning again.
But I refuse to sink
So ill just keep swimming,
And hope that one day ill be 
winning
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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August 6, 2013 at 6:32 PM
Well I'm glad you refuse to sink and that you decided to keep swimming. The thing about swimming, like any other exercise, is that the more you do it, the stronger you become. Be the winner you want!
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