Black_Scenna

Yearning to Breathe

There are so many options

And stressing decisions

I do not know if I can still bare it

It's so huge for my wit

I want to run away

But there is something that holds me to stay

I have hundreds of reason to quit

But there is an account to sit

I want to be good at it

But I hate myself for the effort is much lit

I always make promises to be rotten

Maybe it's true that promises are made to be broken

I want to finish it with flying colors

But with the limited time it will be a scene of humors

I want to do it but it burdens me that I can't

I feel like a knife with blade that happened to be blunt

I want to be in it

But I still have doubt in it

This thing is stressing me out so I want to retreat

I don't have the nerve to do it but I really want to breathe