Weary & Falling Apart

For such weak shoulders,
The world is riding on me
When will the burden lift?
When will I be free?

For such fragile arms,
They carry my heavy , dead heart.
Aching and stinging with pain
Lined with deep red cuts and scars

For feet that are tired and sore,
They still carry me forward
Until I crumple up and fall
Hit the ground defeated hard

For helpless, trembling hands
They reach out to hold and comfort
More often failing my loved ones
So I fumble at the knob of deaths door

For eyes being dazed and unseeing
They search for a light in darkness
Weary of faulty judgment
Tired of being mistaken and reckless

For a mind that was once bright and promising
It's now worthless dark and demented
Thoughts and worries running wild
Thread of sanity weak and tormented