I’m afraid to think, for the fear of facing the reality is more than intellect
I’m afraid to laugh, for I know it would become a way of life to escape the torment of everyday life.
I’m afraid to talk, for the fear of having pretending of everything is well the entire life
I’m afraid of smiling, for I know I can smile and the facade would never fade away.
I’m afraid of moving on, for the fear of losing the one last connection with the past.
I’m afraid of finding a dream, for the scar of the shattered dream still taints my routine.
I’m afraid of resurfacing again, for the fear that it would only be to go under again.
I’m afraid of crying, for I know it will be only a temporary solace for the battered soul.
I’m afraid of changing, for I know I have already come to a place where I can never go back.
I’m afraid to sleep, for the fear that I would never want to wake up and face tomorrow.
