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What do you do when you've reached the end of your rope, and you have nothing else to hold onto? What do you say when you don't have a single world in your heart left? Where do you turn, when you have no where to look? How many chances do you keep giving when you've had enough?

All these questions and more have been darting across the walls of my mind, and I can't seem to get or find an answer for a single one of them. I try and I try, exhausting every option I have open to me, and I still come up empty handed...

I don't know about anyone else, but I get tired of getting the short end of the stick, and feeling like that. Feeling hopless...

I ask alot of questions, to myself, and to the world, conciously and subconciously, and I think for a while on them all; but still end up with nothing. I try, and I give it my all, and I fall flat on my face.

I'm tired of the scrapes, cuts, and the blood from falling. I want to be able to walk, without studder, and know that the road that I am walking, is the right one. The one that leads to happiness, and faith. Not one that I will never be able to stand on my own two feet without being kicked in the knees, just to fall again.

Sometimes, I look at the road I've traveled, and wondered if its the one that I was meant to walk down. I look at the road I am on now, and ask myself, am I am going in the right direction? Sometimes, well most of the time, I don't know. I'm not sure how to know if I am or not. Will I ever?