Scared

I’m terrified all the time. I don’t like to admit it but I am.  I’m scared I’m not good enough. I’m scared no one loves me. I’m scared of being completely alone. I’m scared of never living up to anything. I’m scared of dying. I’m scared of everything but the fear keeps me going. The fear pushes me out of it. The fear forces me to learn, to write, to feel. To not be numb, to not be broken, to live. To truly live and be alive.