| When I cried
Though I cry and suffer, no one seems to hear. The help I give is not accepted by all nor is it heard by one, the one it is meant for. I turn to you my lord for the special strength and guidance. To end it all would give me great satisfaction and I would get even with everyone. But then I would not be here to see the satisfaction of their grief. The only one to lose would be me. I will hold my head up high and try again at life, putting aside hurt feelings and painful memories. If I fall I will just have to get up and try again. I must remember that I am nothing less nor am I more than any other human on this earth. "No one is perfect, least of all me". |