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Existence

I'm scared

I'm scared that this black pit

Is the best I'll ever get

I'm scared that everything I've ever worked for

Is nothing more than another failure

I'm scared that you don't actually love me

That I'm just another vacant seat at the table of your mind

I'm scared that the moment I get behind the wheel

I'll desire nothing more than it all to end

I'm scared that I've got nowhere else to go

That I'm unemployable

I'm terrified that there will always be a catch

A doubt, a hesitation

I'm scared that I'm I forgettable

That I'm worthless

I'm terrified that no one will understand

That I'm completely alone

I'm afraid that I need help

But the help I need is beyond my pay grade

I'm afraid that the emptiness I feel is how it will always be

Because I have nothing to fill the void

I've been passed over

I've been abandoned

I've been forgotten

And I can't let it go...

My deepest fears have been acknowledged

And validated

And now I'm afraid

I'm pathetic,

I'm worthless

I'm afraid that to the world,

I may not even exist

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caroline-1
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Published
Mar 6, 2013
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