Untitled Pain

Why is my heart steeped in this misery? I thought the pain had fled, but thinking that, tis madness, complete and total insanity.

The good never does last, the bad always comes back. I'm never free from the past, it always sees fit to attack.

Why do my eyes leak infinitely with tears? I thought I was strong, but I've grown so much weaker over the years.

Why can't I find an honest, loving man? I'm lost while I seek true love, trying to do the best that I can.

I'm succeeding where I once failed before. My dreams are coming true, yet passing by at the same time, no longer is learning some chore.

I desperately am seeking this wisdom openly, and I think I'm free, hopefully this is correct. When I'm done fighting the fear of failure, I'll start out by being the best version of me. Just know, I haven't given up yet.