these tears just wont fall, maybe it is beacuse they know i am expected to be
strong. but it seems so wrong, how can i stay strong when i could be a reason
someone could be locked up until death over takes them. i did nothing yet i feel as
though my hands, the very hands i have had my whole life, are sainted with sin
and evil. i feel my heart grow weak at the thought. i see my family slowly start to
fall, i do all that i can to keep them up but it is pointless, when the others shun you
without a second glance. i feel alone, maybe i deserve to be alone. just recently it
would seem all i do is cause pain and sarrow around me. i keep climbing up these
stairs, these stairs that are not made the same, some steps are small and some
are large, showing how much the step effected me, it would seem now, they are
all large. i want to stop, i want to let go, fall back from the stairs i have climbed for
years and jump. be free for that final moment, but then the thought comes across
to me, i am depended on. i stay to my stairs for them, the ones i love and care
for, thus why i wont fall and thus why these tears wont fall with me. All i can do is
climb and pray for a day when it would be okay, to let my tears go.
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