Moving hearts, not mountains.

Why do I feel like such a failure at everything I do?

Something is getting the best of me.

I'm angry.

Comments

Shadow said…
hang in there. the feeling won't last.
May 2, 2009 at 9:31 AM
Sage Ravenwood said…
You're angry because on some level you're not completely numb and it still hurts like a thousand thorns. Time dear friend, time will make it hurt less. (Hugs)Indigo
May 2, 2009 at 5:38 PM
Anonymous said…
Hey chick hope your doing OK, I just had a few months as I was feeling about the same as this post...talk soon ..x
May 24, 2009 at 12:50 AM
Christy said…
The Darkest Hour

In your darkest hour
When loneliness and despair overtake you
I’ll be there

In your darkest hour
As the fear and the doubt overwhelm you
I’ll be there

I am The Light shining in your soul
And the hope living in your heart
I am the dream you cling to
When your life seems torn apart

I am the friend walking by your side
And the family who loves you
On this long and bumpy ride

You are not alone
And you are not forsaken
Even in your darkest hour
When you feel your heart is breaking....I'll be there

I am with you in the good times
And when laughter turns to tears
I’ll be there in the days…and weeks…and as the months turn into years

You are not abandoned
Your spirit…strong and true
And even in your darkest hour

God
May 27, 2009 at 8:18 PM
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