The Fear

I’m learning now that the fears always grow The idea of myself becoming so low Relapsing into an older side of me To which I have and hold the key Yet life doesn’t always go as planned As people leave, I become unmanned Due to the anchor which held me here I can’t help fear the fear which which pushed me so near Near to brink of extinguishing my existence Holding ones life in the palm of your hand Through different methods you eventually understand That your life is so fragile more so than yourself As it only takes a few seconds to destroy oneself To cease to exist and cease to be The everlasting satisfaction of eternal peace This is the prize of despair, the prize of letting go The prize you have to deny while secretly wishing it to grow Your hidden secret that nobody knows The desire to die is always there During the good and bad it needs to be handled with care Otherwise i’ll slip and with it i’ll fall Into a place where there is no more