There is nothing left to say.
I tried to give it my all, but I still came up short.
What can I do to make it right?
Is the battle worth the fight?
The circle is almost closed, but I keep trying to erase the lines before it close.
How many times can I do that without tearing it?
This paper is not as strong as it seems.
I am already halfway wearing out form the trouble of me.
I always thought that I wanted this, but it is starting too not be as clear.
The quiet no longer scares me, it makes me feel whole.
My wholeness is always my weakness.
Can I make it to another day, or do I need to just run away?
This is hard for me, but is it hard?
I do not know.
This a burden that I just must bare.