I see it coming. It's inevitable. Caught up in bright headlights. I am loosing grip with reality. Paralyzed in fear, I am being forced to drop on my knees. How much longer before it all explodes in my face? I don't know how to stop it all. I wish I did it better. Wish that I felt like I deserve something good. But I am not even worthy to take up space. I shrink myself, and still feel like too much. I act and try so hard but that's I'll ever be-a mere try hard. I need space, I am suffocating. I need time, but time wont wait for me. I just wish I was in control, I wish I was better. I have seen the outcome before, this time is going to be the same. Mark my words. Just so nauseous, I can't move on.
work1 felt this