there is no end-all, be-all for fear.
saying something does not make it go away,
realistic or not,
and for sayeth why?

check it in,
but no one wants to hear the bad feelings.
not that there is one,
only many.
thoughts, feelings
which is which?
is it important and true?
i’ll never see.

you will count on me
but you won’t know
how things don’t change even if you try.
it can be so easy to step off the edge.
now turns into forever.
it is done, finished.
enough to say
nothing ever was.