Growing Weak

So many years ago,
When life hated me so,
I'd take the pain
Just as it came,
And no one would ever know.

Years have passed,
Come and gone so fast.
Now I grow older,
The world grows colder,
More shadows are cast.

The pain is too much.
It's time to use a crutch.
I can't swallow it all,
I cry when I fall,
I break all I touch.

The years pass by,
And I still try
To swallow it as it comes,
Until my body and soul grow numb,
When I can't feel the tears I cry.

I'm growing weaker.