~EmpTyNeSs~

A life of flotsam and jetsam. I'm being washed back to shore, but my ship's sailed away. We had some scars that remind us not to wound ourselves any further. Maybe it was for the best after all. There were times when i succumbed to the pressure of life and cried my heart out. There were times when i really missed all the good times. Dear God, this is a time when courage is a rare commodity. I barely made my next step and almost see my strength shattered before my eyes. It hurts and it cuts me deeper that i could ever imagined. Dear God, lend me some courage for i am at my weakest point of life.