Anxiously Waiting
"It's 5 am in the morning,
And I just can't stop thinking,
As I wait here, my anxiety continues to build up,
And the more I just sit and think, it's just gets even more tough,
Thinking about the decisions I've made, and continue to make,
That have lead, or will only lead to more pain and heartbreak,
I've tried thinking positive, and holding out hope,
Because it's the only I know how to cope,
But lately, doing that even feels like it's not enough,
For it feels like the whole world is watching me, and screaming at me to give up,
But I continue to move forward, and fight, every single battle of every single day anyway,
Even it doesn't help with taking the pain away,
Maybe there is some hope, in this little heart and mind of mine,
But that hope slowly fades away, with the passage of time,
And I guess at this point, all I can really do is to prepare myself, for what's coming soon,
Which is either my breakthrough to success, or my enevitable doom,"
- Wallace Shane
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