“Fear”
What if I will rise myself?
What if I will go out on my shelter?
Will someone guide me on the right way?
Will anyone reach their hand on me? I am afraid.
Afraid that they will judge me.
Afraid that they will hate me.
Afraid that I will disappoint them.
My fear is like a demon.
They are killing every part of me.
They do not want to stop. They will not stop.
Unless I will kill myself. No! I will not let them win.
I will fight them.
But, how? Even myself is afraid.
I cannot move, I am stuck. Someone, please help me!
I got drowned on my own fear.
I cannot rise myself.
Please, hold my hand.