I can’t stop.

I can’t anymore.

Can’t control my fears, can’t keep my mind off of all that I have felt.

I feel like falling for it again.

How will I breathe under this weight?

I’m so scared, ‘cause I remember how it all ended.

Days and months of suffering.

And fearing something that was never real.

Have I feared myself?

My head hurts every time it comes back to me:

“ you are what you fear “ is the line that I avoid to read.

I can’t lie to myself about it, but neither take it as good.

I don’t have any idea of how these next days will be.

Days are numbered and what if I’ll waste these moments?

I’m so scared of falling. And failing.

How easy were those days when I had no worries.

I can’t keep myself busy, I feel like opening my eyes.

If I dig deep into my story, what will I get?

Only pain, that never stops.

I’m afraid of living it all alone again.

I’m can’t smile. Not anymore.

My fears are bigger than me and I’m falling.

Save me before I will become my fear.

Before I will start seeing the real me.

Before I will become myself, it will all end.