A little poem I wrote...

I am not that strong.

Everything in my life sometimes feels like its going wrong.

Just like the chorus to your favorite sad song.

The pain I go through seems to last so long.

I wish this feeling would dissapear.

So I could drop my final tear.

And than I would be happy here.

I wish you cared more, my dear.

I talk and act like everything is alright.

But I'm stuck in a battle. I'm fighting a fight.

This problem is causing these tears to blur my sight.

You tell me, "Drop it."

But inside, I'm throwing a fit.

You think you know a lot, but its only a small bit.

I write all this out, and I think, while I sit.

I love you, I care.

But this pain, I can not bare.

When you say those things, I just sit here and stare.

I don't understand, was this some sort of dare?

We both need this to stupid fight to end.

Because I miss you so much, my friend.

Can't you see, this is not pretend.

All of these words, what I'm saying, can you comprehend?

I don't want to loose you.

I hope you know its true.

But I'm sick of the pain we are putting each other through.

So read this poem once more.

I'm ending that chapter. I'm closing that door.

This is how I feel when things between us go wrong.

Now you know...

I'm not that strong.