i tried to be perfect, but nothing was worth it...

sometimes i wonder.
all these pain, all the hurting,
all the suffering,
is it really worth it?
these tears we cry, for what?

you know, at one point i thot i knew.
at one point it all did mean something to me.
but then, things change.
time keeps moving,
hoping only to leave us behind.

why is it we let our hearts out,
only for them to be hurt.
scarred with tears of madness,
sheets of blinding pain.

its not like me to want to hurt,
or be hurt.
at least thats what i tink.

you know, people always talk about being strong.
about overcoming your weaknesses.
but have you considered one thing?
how do we really qualify weakness?
and strength for that matter.
how can one be strong if he never knew weakness?
yet how can one be weak if he never kenw strength?
this little paradox bugs me no end.
what if your caught in the middle of this endless struggle?
for some people, mayeb that is paradise.
to be neither strong or weak.
to neither succeed nor fail.
to jus...be.

my weakness is that i care too much.