I know I am strong and brave, but, I don’t know how much longer I can hold on
I know I am a lucky star, but, I don’t know when my lucky star will come
I know I will live on, but, I don’t know how tomorrow will be
I know I have a lot of love in me, but, I don’t know who to love
I know that I know I don’t know, about many things
Actually, what I really want to say is
I am so fucking sick and tired of being strong and brave
I am tired of living
I want to be loved with no reason needed
I hate cleaning up people’s mess
I hate being accused by foolish dumb
Look at yourself, what kind of life you are leading?
Are you honestly, bravely staring at yourself?
free writing trying out Sept. 27, 2007