don't make no difference

I’ve been sober for so long now. There’s nothing to numb life with.
The thoughts are so clear and sharp that they burst through all the walls I try to construct.

And I’m so tired. And I’m waiting.
The biggest push.
And I’m trying to understand your choices.
Of what is making you give up before there even is a choice to give up on...

Why do we give up. Without even trying.
I never understood that sort of fear.

That limits you. Us.