it’s hard to be fragile and feel a lot of pain
it’s not easy to deal with tears that pour like rain
the outer shell seems solid at times of despair
but the inner me is calling out for love and care
the inner me is vulnerable and lying on the floor
curled up in a foetal position like so many times before
I try not to let the inner me seep out
but sometimes my head pounds and then I might pout
it’s hard to feel safe when you feel made of glass
I’d rather be made of stone that won’t break when you pass
I would not wish upon my greatest enemies now
all the feelings swirling inside me barely contained somehow
but there must be hope left in my soul to breathe
because I am still standing, waiting for more to receive
hope is something to cling to, in ones darkest hours
even when all seems lost, hope has certain powers
and so I stand even in a fragile state of mind
looking for that spark inside that’s sometimes hard to find
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