I’m probably best when I feel worst.
I love to be alone, I hate being lonely.
I hate to be alone, I love being lonely.
There are days when I lose myself in pain, nights where I feel pleasure.
There are days when I feel pleasure, nights where I lose myself in pain.
Because, when it is really burning and the world sinks into the empty darkness.
Because, it is when everything breaks apart and life feel unbearable and absent.
Here I step forward and say that no one needs to cry and everything again will be fine.
I feel strongest when I actually weakest.
I’m probably just best when I feel worst.
I would show you my strength, I would hide for you my weakness.
I would hide for you my strength, I would show you my weakness.
There are days that seem lost in pain, nights filled with so much happiness.
There are days filled with so much happiness, nights that seem lost in pain.
Because, it is when life really hurts and no hope longer exists.
Because, when the feeling is, that everything is torn and life trembles.
Here is my strength and I give for all, everything I have inside me until everything is okay again.
I can feel the desperation’s strength when I feel at my weakest.
I’m probably just best when I feel worst.
I write the most beautiful when I’m ugly, I write the ugliest when I’m beautiful.
I’m the most ugly when everything is beautiful, I’m most beautiful when everything is ugly.
There are days when you look at my weaknesses nights where you feel my strengths.
There are days when you feel my strengths, nights where you look at my weaknesses.
Because, when all is said and done and the accounts shall be made up, I may seem weakest.
Because, when all is taken in consideration and help is most needed, I am perhaps the strongest.
Here I have my strengths and weaknesses, but I imagine nothing.
I am filled with strength when I feel weakest.
I’m probably just best when I feel worst.
I am strongest when I am actually weakest – add am – good poem otherwise.
A powerful,impassioned and an intensely compassionate cri-de-coeur from Jan C. He meets all the expectations that we have of him as readers.