just stop
why would you rather do anything if you could also think about everything you have ever done wrong
everything that has been done to you
everyone who left you
every bit of broken memory

moments comes to haunt you at night when you‘re trying to sleep but why sleep when you can sleep when you‘re dead you have to make the best of the littlest time you have left and you‘re scared
scared of the time that when it passes in pushes you forward ignoring you screaming just give me a break! with its duties and expectations and life to be lived but you’re sacred

scared to be happy

scared to be fine