I need to pick myself up!

"If I hadn't made me, I would've been made somehow, If I hadn't assembled myself, I'd have fallen apart by now, If you let them make you, they'll make you paper mache, At a distance you're strong, until the wind comes, then you crumble and blow away, ... but if you really want to live, why not try and make yourself?"

...some nice lyrics to hear this morning.....

need to pick myself up and move on from those who try to rip me apart, they're only successful if i care about them so if i stop caring... then thats a new day... why did i care in the first place, if they dont...


just hope things go well but i will never know unless i fight this fight, and i am sure there is fight left in me...

What is there left?

What is there left when you make me a jigsaw?

Pieces of me stolen away so I am lost and sore,

It is no puzzle that this makes you happy,

You are stealing away peoples lives and reality,

'Till they have nothing left.

Why are you really keen on hurting those already down?

Glad you are enjoying this act of a clown,

Careless minds and careless times,

When you kill people inside with your thoughtless crimes.

You need to know and need to learn,

that mistakes happen but people can burn

When you scapegoat others and feel free from blame

The guilt creeps up, things remain the same.

You're stuck.

Stuck with the hidden thoughts of what you have done,

Which consequence will force you to be never alone,

until you realise what you are doing, 

and stop and change you soon.

Life is fragile we all are ice,

Can crumble with one roll of a dice,

Don't gamble with people's lives,

As they won't last long, not all survive.

Can we?

- My poem today written about how i feel.