Admit It

Admit it.

Admit that you're scared. That the uncertainty is eating you up. It scares you that it's nothing "simple", nothing that can be called "ordinary". The possibility of it taking away everything you have and everything you dreamed of having.

Admit that you've done something wrong. That you've been making dumb decisions left and right. That you haven't thinking about your actions. That all of those are now catching up to you and you're gonna have to turn back and face them all.

Admit that you weren't careful. That it was your fault and yours alone. That you can't have it all. That sometimes you're gonna trip, fall and get wounded.

Admit that you need someone. That you can't do it alone; can't handle it alone. That you need someone to talk to. Someone who will hear you. Someone who will listen. Someone who'll hold while you're shivering in fear. Darkness becomes more daunting when pursued alone.

Admit that you're not strong enough to hold back your tears. You're weaker than you think, or at least pretend to be.

Admit it.

Admit it all.