I am, sick of, being unsure of this.
There was nothing that I could see,
Blinded by my beliefs.
So I gave up,
Feeling emptiness.
Forward I gaze.
The future, the fear of mine at bay.
I must throw it away now,
The fear that was always in the way.
The truth is that I was ignoring my limiting beliefs.
The comfort they gave me, not worth the walls that surrounded me.
Trapping me inside, starving me of true clarity.
How we live our lives should not be governed by anyone but our own conscious entity.


But let me not be so able to just ignore where the blame falls.
I can't remain a casualty, or I'll always feel empty.
The things that we believe can be so fucking self-defeating.
You've only got yourself to blame in the end.
Hatred has only held me back.
I find myself replaying what was.
And for what?
I must move on.
For I cannot relive a single thing.
We must create all of our memories.
How we live our lives should not be governed by anyone but our own conscious entity.
But let me not be so able to just ignore where the blame falls.
I can't remain a casualty, or I'll always feel empty.
Grow.