2 hands 1 cable 1 wakeboard.

unwanted feelings
growing like vines on a great tree
overwhelming
constricting
suffocating.

what seems strong and firm
becomes fragile and weak
its the inner strength that holds
not the outer appearance.

thoughts lingers in my head.
that of what holds in the future,
and what pain i may face.
i dont want to be through that again.
facing death would be much of an easier task for me.

for all i have said or do,
nothing can change
the unwanted feelings you want undone
nothing.

save me from this agony
of life
of love
of hatred
of pain
lift me up
and not pull me down

tell me
why am i in this state?
why am i always like this?