what happens?

once you're no longer you.
once upon a time. no vulnerability, and no honesty. you convince me to convince you. it'll never been known. there is a feeling of terror like never before. being in limbo is like hanging without a broken neck. you see what's coming, and you can do nothing but wait.
"this is where i say i've had enough, no one should ever feel the way that i feel now. a walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises, and i don't believe that i'm getting any better. any better" -dashboard, oh emo.
it'll never be known.
that's dismay. it's discouragement. its without courage. without faith. it's me, so little, and full of unbelief.
your pride wont help. your sympathy, even worse. i don't want you to care. i need prevention. she says intervention.
this isn't where i'll be much longer. that's the vow. there goes now.


Jesus meets me where i'm at.