A sense of imperfection,
A tiny hint of fear,
The feeling that you’re aiming,
But you’re never coming near.
The thought that you might lose it,
The knowledge that you’ve lost,
Don’t know what you can handle,
And what will be the cost.
Is it worth all of the worry?
At night you lay wake,
Is it worth it even trying,
Is it something you can take?
All I want is to be happy,
All I want is to be sane,
All I know is that im falling,
And things might never be the same.
Haley Robinson 