I used to think I was brave.

That I could be anything I aimed for.

But then life hit me,

kicked me,

shit on me

rolled me in dirt 

and spit on me.

I wish I could be brave again,

not live in fear,

and let my heart shine.

If I were brave I could tell them

to stop.

I could tell him I love him.

I could do anything.

It's hard to choose the right

path.

I feel as if I'm slowly drifting 

from the path of light.

I have fallen.

Hard.

And I'm too scared to

get back up.