Lost Poems

Weak

It's times like these
When I feel at ease
Like my mind is free
And I'm no more me
I hate to admit it but
The feeling is forgiven
Like I'm meant to hurt
I guess I'll never learn

I'm vulnerable at this point
Not wanting to be joint
Is it real that I'm weak
Or am i starting to leap
Leap away from hope
And the strength that loathes
Me still. I don't wanna be weak
I'm slowly starting to freak

Who will save me if I remain
Crippled up in my sea of pain
Floating away like a bottle
That has no where to go
Until it finally shows to
Someone who fills it with mo
Then elites it with feelings again
Awakening it from its drains