HONEST
BY C.WYNTER

I had to sit with depressions truth, I am nothing,
All this fighting, for what? failure approaching,
I tried so hard but everything I touch turns to dust,
All that big talk of possibilities, now it's all too much,
And it laughs so hard at the naive girl that once had goals,
Ashamed, I hide into myself, I just thought, I was so sure,
I could be better, break the generational burden,
All that's left me is beyond bruised and deeply hurting,
I thought...