I wish there was an easier way of handling it.
To be always tied to a constant current of worry and doubt
provides no time to breathe, relax, and surround myself with
the ones I love.

Because of how I've left myself without a future
I am left stranded. No one to run to. No one to
reach.

Days seem to slip and flick by as they do
on a boring novel. Nothing worth remembering
and nothing really for waiting anxiously for.

The only pieces I remember are the ones that
fell out onto the floor.
I don't think I am even left with a spine anymore
now that I think about it.

I'm almost wishing I could just skip to the end.