Sometimes I get weak.
My words, my actions.
I couldn't act like myself.
Rather be alone,
than to have someone to notice
and ask me if I'm ok.Sometimes I wanna give up.
The pain, the hurtfulness.
May take its toll on me,
wanna breakdown and cry.
Sometimes I hate the truth.
'Cuz it tears me up,
and bleed until I'm numbed.
Making me hard to accept.
I wished for so many things,
but ended up getting hurt.
For being too hopeful.
But then again,
this is the life that challenges me
to become a better individual.
A stronger one.
I may surrender and crawl,
Too burdened for me to stand up.
But I will find the strength.
To kneel,
and pray to God.
Because I know,
He's listening,
watching me.
... and I'mma be alright.
