I live in constant fear of something bad is about to happen.
I am filled with worry on what tomorrow will bring.
I have become an empty vessel,
With no hope of the future.
I live by my past; I cannot escape it.
I hear about peoples dreams as I watch mine turn to dust.
I am no longer happy.
I find myself lost in sad moments in life,
Trying to figure out which wrong turn was made.
I cannot change the past but it is all I have.
I want to live it behind;
And when that happens, I believe I will see my future.