No one ever told me, that love came with pain
Now here I sit, tears cascade like rain.
Why is it that I'm running, running from you
When I thought you were a friend, one to be true?
Unfortunately, my senses were completely wrong
And now I'm on the edge of weak and strong.
Wow - this is powerful. I loved all of it. I am seeing myself in your writing. Stress, being weak and being strong is the story of my ever changing moods. I may have to write a poem focusing on these key words. Keep writing. You are gifted.