My Life is in the Gym <3

The beads of sweat,
dance off of my face.
Blood fights to stay in,
but has to cry out.

My feet touch the ground,
like an angel would with God.
But sometimes, I wonder.
Am I built for this?

The bars are shaking
with confidence. Pride.
A dream to be shattered,
only by an injury.

The beam with it's chalky glow,
screaming out to me;
"Why can't you tuck anymore?
It's what you're good at."

My heart shattered
right there and then.
Sometimes I love pain
so much.

My feet touch the ground,
like an angel would with God.
It's only a dream,
soon to be murdered.