This is one I wrote when I was at the end of my rope with a lot of things. It was written on 05/25/07. I am feeling much better now. Time has a way of doing that.

Crumbling

I hear the tearing, is it my soul or is it the sound of my life

I see the pieces fall all around, nothing but heartache and strife

I try and I try just to survive

To get through each dark-colored day

Where is the sun, I try to run

But something is there in the way

Disheartened alone, the cries and the moans

The pain and the suffering, you'd think I'd have known

That this is how it ends, the tears without mends

The crumbling of the strongest stones

I watch the tumbling, is it just nothing or is it all I believe

I see the crashing of everything, knowing there is no reprieve

I try and I try just to survive
To get through each dark-colored day
Where is the sun, I try to run
But something is there in the way
Disheartened alone, the cries and the moans
The pain and the suffering, you'd think I'd have known
That this is how it ends, the tears without mends
The crumbling of the strongest stones

I feel the emptiness, is it for real or is it just a mistake

I hear the echoes of everything past as I just sit hear and break

I try and I try just to survive
To get through each dark-colored day
Where is the sun, I try to run
But something is there in the way
Disheartened alone, the cries and the moans
The pain and the suffering, you'd think I'd have known
That this is how it ends, the tears without mends
The crumbling of the strongest stones

Where does it end, when do I learn

When do I stop feeling I'm always burned