Out

Feet stomping,
One step after one more.

Another attempt to rid the pain,
Unsuccessful.

Walking away from life,
Yet again.

Conquer the fears.
Seems too hard.

It can't make it better.

Who will be better off?

You wouldn't be here,
Is that what you want?

Cut a hole in your heart,
It will sew itself shut.

Cut a rip in your sleeve,
It will eventually mend.

Cut and paste another scrap,
It will make an impact.

It's not too late.

It's early days.

Turn back the clock,
Start over.

Forget the pain,
Forget the pain.

Be what you want to be,
Disregard them.

You will make it through,
Take every chance like the last.

You never know when you're going.