soon

When will my feeble mind stop dreaming for the impossible.
When will I learn to stop wanting what I can never have.
When will I see the light that's been blown out.
When will my desires burn to ash.
When will everything be ok.
When will you love me for who I am.
When will I stop coming around anymore.
When will the dry of my eyes exist no longer.
When will I stop allowing myself to feel and bury my heart.

This time around

There are times when you know what you're suppose to do, but where do you find the courage to do so? At what part do you overcome the "what ifs" and to hell with everything?

This isn't a tragedy, it's not a melodrama. Just a girl, living in a state of doubts and insecurities. What does she doubt? Why, her very being. The existence of her beliefs. Is she strong enough to stand before her maker and spit in his eye? We try not to second guess ourselves, we hear the words our instincts are screaming, but do we comprehend?

This isn't a big deal. It could be the tiniest insecurity, or the fall of her. How do you confront a dead past? What if you bring it back to life? What if it takes your life instead? What if your biggest fear of not being able to let go comes true? That contentment is faux. How can we live on with no ending? The wait is killing us.

This time around, who will come out on top? Can I just keep my pride intact, please.