Wrong

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Everything feels wrong, though I'm not sure when things have ever felt right.

Have I always been hanging precariously on the edge, living only half a life?

Unable to go back, yet afraid to move further towards the end,

so scared of the fall below that I spend

all my time stagnant.

Doing nothing, being nothing.

A shell of a person with a life unfulfilled;

stunted by fear and overcome with regret.

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