yesterday was a bad
i just couldn't stop
all the "what if's" and "should have's" are killing me
i feel like giving up
what if i let it all go?
what if all these are not meant to be?
what if it's all in my fucking head?
what if i'm torturing myself with what will never be?
but it's too late, ain't it?
my wings already clipped
it would take years
before i can even contemplate
the possibility of
getting off the ground for the first time;
the sweet fear of unknowing