It only hurts me when I think about it. I hate this feeling. I thought i couldn't hurt.
decisions of impurity run its course and im still standing,
As much as I fight it, it only grows worse,
It's been so long since I knew what it is like,
to feel o.k. I must wander some more,
wonder or wander I wonder,
Can the search not find me in my weakened state?
Will someone, anyone reach out a helping hand?,
5 digits and a grasp to pull me out of the sand,
It's just words, equals feelings and emotions,
In turn to recieve what has been given and maybe more.

What am I feeling? What am I missing?
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Just a bunch of random letters that turned into random words.