Broken.
this year, i've learned so much more.
i've learned that i'll never reach the
bar i set for myself. that i'll always
be some sort of disappointment and that
as much as i've been through, i'll never
fully understand some people's pain. the
agony. the absolute hatred towards
everything bright in the world.
this year, i've learned.
i learned that the second you give up,
you let it break you. you let it take control.
and as you lie there broken, this cold
world isn't going to help you up. in fact
you'd be lucky if a crowd doesn't
gather to watch your pain.
hope. is all i have left.
and quit. is not an option.
by
soccerkeeper21posted on 03/09/2008
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