Starting Fights

Posted March 11, 2008

Starting fights and ending more. I can't believe I've become who I am. The way the time has fallen on me my shoulders can't stand the pressure of all that's passed me by. I'm too weak, far to weak to hold it up alone. I don't feel bad asking to be rescued, to be taken so far away. I don't feel sadness asking for the new times to show. We all need a guiding hand so why should I be any different. It's just not fair the way it's turning out. Please don't point your finger at me. Be careful not to block my view. My rescuer is coming.