The Standing

Tear me apart when you're down.
I try to lift you up-
we fall to the ground.
spin circles around the park
those memories are gone.
Where is left? What is right?
whats there to fight but my own battle
that rages on.
I try to stay strong,
But I need an arm
not a hand
not a leg
a limb i can take
will you take away
all my mistakes?