I pick myself up
I crack and break into glass pieces on the floor
I try to pick myself up again
My life turned into shambles
Its hard
Its difficult
I am pulling my hair out by strand
Trying to ease the stress
What a mess..
I said what a mess
All things happen for a reason ( Iguess)
So why is it when something good happens
Another seems to terriably go wrong
I mean everything was fine
Perfectly fine
Then my life went into shambles
As if I could not be stressed enough
(sigh) "I Am Tough, I Am Touch."
This is before I had to pick myself up
Sometimes it seems we never have enough
As people
The days struggle never seem to end
Encourgement from my church brothers and sister tell me with God I Will Win
They tell me to pray
To Stay....Focused on him always
My life still seems to be in shambles...at times
Finances are low
Time is slow
School is trying
My family denying
Me... having to face the facts
Life is Life
And That's That