When is your best not enough?
Is it when your ulcer eats you alive
Your own stomach can\'t stand you
You vomit your disgusting self back to the world
All beat up and feeling worthless?
Would that qualify as putting in your heart and soul?
Fighting, striving, almost dying
Pushing limits, mood swings
Depression settling in.
Making your body its home and you have nowhere to go.
No one to turn to.
Hope literally swept away from under your feet.
Snatched right out of your hands after grasping it for barely a few seconds.
Leaving you hanging.
Light going dim then flickering off.
Tired of having to keep lighting those match sticks.
Time after time.
I\'m tired of hearing it\'s okay.
I\'m tired of trying.
I\'m tired of asking for help.
I\'m tired of helping.
I\'m tired of hoping.
I don\'t want anything anymore.
They were right, I failed.
KCO