Weak Poem by Tara Grice

Weak



How can somthing so simpel be so dificalt,
How can a book make me cry,
And music make me somthing i am not,

why am i alive?
so god can toucher me?
so he can laugh at my failer?

I AM NOT WEAK! ! !
i am already dead

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