It's always that knot in my throat

that attempts to murder all of my faith

in one go.

They say there's nothing to be scared of,

but you see—

the thing is,

I have every single reason to be afraid;

all of the scars I got keep reminding me

of each and every failure.

So,

I struggle.

Once again,

I think I overdid it,

though it's less serious than

in the past—

it seems.