who do you think you are, running round leaving scars?

heart in my throat. it sits, cause I didn't do the work I said I had done... and now I will pay for my hastiness. you can't skip steps in this process, and for that impatience it will hit me 10x as hard. I say what I know will meet the mark - but the rest resides, here... burning holes. It won't come, my pride gets in the way. I'm so tired of feeling ashamed. I don't expect this to make the sense it does to me, but if you took a walk in my shoes you'd never move the same again. the flames die down, and I'd rather watch the fire burn with someone else... so I know that you can't hurt me anymore. find another broken soul who can take that weight. and I will never fill the void. I can only accept what is, and embrace what comes. this is not the life I chose.