Tired

I grew tired of being afraid. That anxiety of not knowing what to do next. It caged me in my despair, suffocating in my anguish. I used to scream it wasn’t fair, till my voice went hoarse. I cried for what felt like years and wavered in every decision I made.

I gave in a lot to my fears, they were a constant pounding in my mind, a never-ending echo. They say it gets better but I haven’t seen that come true. I still wait by the phone, i still cry alone in my room, i still beg to a random God. I still wait.

Strength did not come from my torment, i was shattered into pieces. I grew strong by fighting those fears, not hearing their words. I grew strong because i had to.