My heart is heavy.
Not from pain, but from worry.
My future, my present, and my past.
All things that keep my mind running every day.
The things I did are hurting the things I am doing, to destroying the things I want.
I am my own worst enemy, yet my enemy is my best friend.
We move as one, and when we break, we never can come back together the same.
Trust is something that we give, but it often taken for granted.
The time we waste is the time we lose the thrill.
We must take changes to make advances, yet we must be careful, or we will fall.
Yet the falling is what gives us hope.
So, it is time to start falling.