• Ready.Set.GO.

    by  • November 28, 2011 • Waxing Poetic • 3 Comments

    i don’t know why i let it all get the best of me
    it seems like everyone and everything is just testing me
    and time and time again i prove i’m just a fuck up
    and i’m getting to the point that i’m just really fucking fed up.
    can someone please tell me what the hell i’m doing wrong
    i try to be smart and i try to be strong
    but losing my grip just seems to be a habit
    few know the feeling, they only know it cause they’ve had it.
    you think you understand, but you really fucking don’t
    and please just stop trying cause you really fucking won’t
    all of this fear is slowly eating me away
    it haunts me, it consumes me every single day
    i can see the hill again and i don’t want to go down it
    but i still haven’t figured out the way to go around it
    so i guess i’ll just fall, or maybe i will jump
    and feel the sweet release of my hearts last pump.
    wait. no. stop. i’ve been here before
    and i swore to myself i’d put a lock on that door
    so now i’m right back where i fucking began
    looking down the hill with trembling hands.
    i take a deep breath and i turn myself around
    and stare at the road that seems to be level ground
    i’ll take 1 step, yeah i think i’ll just test it
    or should i hit the ground running and just make the best of it?
    what’s the best answer? i really don’t know
    so fuck it i guess… ready, set, go.

    3 Responses to Ready.Set.GO.

    1. Ruby
      November 28, 2011 at 11:04 pm

      Wonderfully written. *hug*

    2. Meghan
      November 28, 2011 at 11:08 pm

      thank you.

    3. just a girl
      November 29, 2011 at 10:10 am

      very good, kudos and keep your chin up.

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