Someday, I'll exhale and I won't feel like I'm suffocating under the weight of all that I'm yet to accomplish

taking each breath as though I am fighting for release, begging for the permission to just be

There's only so many times you can look in the mirror and chant, 'I am enough,' before your lack of starts to bleed through the cracks

i avoid looking at the half finished projects that litter the room, the physical manifestations of the failure I terribly fear

Instead, I chase after means of escape, immerse myself in worlds where I have no responsibilities and there's no such thing as shame

someday, I'll look around the room and fulfilment will blossom in my chest, I'll finally know peace

Until then, I'll try to stay afloat, I'll keep the voices at bay and turn away from the beckoning of the blade. That will have to be enough for now.