SO HELP ME GOD

I am a weak person, even in my strength, I still am weak.
Even in my thoughts, when I think I have it all figured out, I still am weak.

In my acts, for or against a trigger, I am weak. Weak to the decisions that run my mind, weak to the vengeance that threatens to destroy me.
Weak towards things I have given strength over my decisions.
Weak towards factors that encourage me to look down on my beliefs... ooh! It's just hard to stay on the right track, when my legs are too weak to follow.

I am weak to the core, I am weak to believe I am strong, for in over-confidence lies a trap. A trap many a times I have walked into, with eyes wide open, ears attentive and brain well oxygenated.

I am weak for confiding in this world, I am weak for trusting in the many comforts it has to offer.
I am weak for thinking it will last forever. Surprise! surprise! Weakness mocks me.

I am weak, indeed I am weak. Towards the people that should not matter, towards those out to make sure my weakness surpasses my strength; those who rejoice in my weakness. I am weak in failing to see the obvious, those that love me with all my weaknesses. Those that really matter the most. My family, blood or not.

I have just but one prayer, to God. To help me turn my weaknesses back to strengths once again. Like Samson in the Bible, to have what was once mine. So help me God.