Insecure

It is time. I cannot bring myself down anymore. I have tried so many times to rise up but I kept on falling down. Why? I hope someone can answer me. I don't want to be in doubt anymore. Things should be clear and simple, but why must it end up in a shroud of mystery? Is it so hard to make things clear? Maybe I guess in life, certain things I cannot manipulate that easily. I guess... I should see things in the long run, not the incidents occuring at the moment. Bring it on, insecurity. I will never fall. My faith will never be gone. My promises will be fullfilled. My love will never die.

I have fallen. And when will I rise again?

Peace.