It has such hold of me that every menial task repulses me. Is this what your life has come to? Is this all you are good for? Letting the minutes slip by without any conscience. What happened to the spark always looking for a fight? How did that fade away? What happened to burning out with eminence?

The big dreams, they scare me. I won’t even try.

I knew what I was getting into, where is this coming from? There are so many questions but with the only faith I had being faded away what do I turn to.

Failure has always scared me. Now to the point that I don’t even try. I had no idea I had it in me to be this weak. What if there is no going back?