I am afraid
of many things
that keep me
awake at night.
Like the monsters
under my bed,
and the ones
inside my head.
The ones
that wish me dead.
I am also afraid
to live, yet
I do not wish to die,
because I love my life.
I am afraid of happiness,
and love,
and to give in
to what my heart wants.
Is it such a bad thing?
To be afraid?
It keeps me alive,
and feeling human.
Because without fear,
I only feel loneliness.
It is my only friend,
this thing called fear.
And I never
want this feeling
to end.
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