To my future
All I see
Is empty

Blank space

Quiet sighs
Of disappointment

All I've ever felt the need for is guidance
Not able to shoulder my burden on my own
Not knowing the right questions to ask
Never having a hand to hold

Most people fear what I feel surrounding
The dark and the silent I dance in
To drift would be so easy
Yet it would break everything I have built

I have the courage but lack the design
Of a mind for cleanliness
Could never leave another to my mess
So here. I am.

Yet how do I be...