And then there was me:
Analyzing life more than I was living.
Anything possibly good,
I destroyed before the chance was ever given.

See, if I never have anything,
I’ll never have to lose anything;
but then again if I never had anything worth losing
I guess I lost everything.

Either way, you could say,
Pain will become a result from both,
So actually I’m giving in to the very thing that I fear the most:
Losing it all,
Everything,
Completely unaware,
That a fear of failure was the one thing that was taking me there.

Fear of life,
Fear of love,
Fear of man,
Failure to relate
How I and God, and His voice to me
Would even begin to translate.

So I wait
To escape
This condition of rationalizing my own destruction.
But I keep on listening to the voices that don’t deserve my discussion.