Sometimes we as men are expected to know just what to say .or just what to do, when the reallity of the truth is that we as men are clueless most of the time .yet we are trained to fake it until we figure it out.
How do you tell
someone that is hurting ,
that the hurt
will surely pass.
When do you tell,
the one you love .
That your faith, has run out of gas.
For reasons unknown,
im empty inside ,
like an eggshell ,cracked on the ground .
Im feeling alone ,
even though,
everyone else is around
These feeling are heavy,
and I am week ,
I dont know how long I can last .
I wish I could jump,
into my future .
So that this time,
could be the past .
but I must deal,
with the day as it is.
And deal with all that I can .
At the end of the day ,
this is what i do best,
Because this is the life of a man .
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