Worn

You're sick of all the could's and should's, the maybe's, but not really's.

I'm sorry for the false starts, the heavy hearts, those handcrafted poison darts.

But there's no point dwelling on the, 'I can't cope's,' feeling like you're hoping against hope.

It's not fair to all the, 'I try's,' the forfeited goodbyes, those precious, 'I don't want to die's.'

So here's to all the, 'hell, no's,' the, 'let it go's,' the, 'I'm not going to do this anymore's.'

You're stronger than every, 'Why am I here?' Worth more than every, 'What if I fail?'

Quit worrying about the, 'What will I do's?' Or everything that you might lose.

It's time to stop.

Take a deep breath. And think about you.