I am finite.
I get tired and exhausted.
I can be pillars,
Strong as marble and steel.
But may be stars,
Living a life to be dead.
I can be a friend,
Who'll lend you a hand.
But may be listened,
When the wheels turn.
You may use me.
You may not.
But this I plea.
My head aches.
I do cry.
I do get weak.
I do get tired.
And I do get exhausted.
But be unfazed.
I am finite.
It's hard to be strong when you're weak. It's harder when you realize that the person you hold on is. Gone.
