The post wondering of what is to become
of me fills my heart in doubt.
The life that was given to me,
I feel I have betrayed it,
I yield at no warning.
I just crash right through it.
And in the end ,
I am devastated by the news,
For the life that was given to me.
I have ruined.
I am not worthy of this life.
I am not worthy of its time.
Fear has just gotten me in a bundle,
All i want is help, and guidance.
Tell me fear can't get the best of me.
Tell me i can make it.
That I am not just a waste.
Tell me that my life of wonder
in the end will be grand.



All my new poems are just typed on the computer i have yet to go back and
correct but please if you want comment an give me some advice on my
thoughts.

 
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