I won't give in, I don't have the time or strength to go over this again, but every now and then my dreams have a habit of reminding me that I'm struggling, that out there is another kid the same age as me with opportunities, the chance to do great things, but I'm stuck with the knowledge that I'll only be as big as my environment.
I don't like to dwell on things, self-pity never did anything for me, but lately those
voices are being amplified by the truth that there isn't much for me, yet I have to see it through, it's a conundrum, running but never moving, sinking to the bottom of your fears with a thin rope that might just pull you to the top, or maybe it's just enough to keep you floating at that same spot.
It's breathing, just not living.
You ever wake up in the morning and already feel like your wrists are in shackles and your back hurts from the weight of the pressure and mental strain, forcing yourself to ignore the pain caused by stress and disappointment, followed by the overwhelming urge to turn a blind eye and bask in blissful ignorance?
I won't give in.
I don't have the time or strength for this.