Because I can't stop crying.
Because my emotions are in turmoil.
Because the million other reasons tears are streaming down my cheeks.
Because I've been fighting too long to remember what
It feels like to stop.
Thousands of wars; health, school, bullies, for others.
Because the overload of emotions, I cannot control.
You all call me a fighter, a warrior, a survivor.
Am I really though? Just a broken down 36 year old bag of bolts.
I do ask G-d why he saved me August 1, 2015.
I have fought, many times and I've lost.
So, how do I rise now?
Because I am broken down and very tired.
No, I don't want to die.
But I can't live like this either. No one can.
This Phoenix can no longer rise alone.
Help me rise.....and rise with me.