Pride

I want nothing more in these days than to be alone so that when the time comes that I fail and have to face the reality of my actions I will be the only one that has to face that fire.

I wish this because I know only may inner walls can withstand that fire, and that this force will be well contained and turned into something even more powerful.

I don't want your sympathy,

I don't want you to care.

This is my battle, my fight. Each step I take is my own. I own this journey and this is my story.

You have been with me all along the way but this is my glory, this is my victory and as sorry as I am, you won't share this with me.

I see it, I don't need you to explain. I just need you to stand aside and be slient while I fight my war. Every word you speak, each time you try and hold me up you take away from me. This may be darkness I dive into. This may be a nightmare that I create. I may bring myself before the gates of hell. I may be burned. I may die.

But I did it proud.

Each time I was faced with something I loved that pain and I loved how I felt that I did it alone. I am flawed that I love seeing myself get destroyed because I came out the otherside alive.

This is pride, it is a sin and I know it well. Give me the room to commit this sin so that I can know the darkness and sometime soon want the light again. I can't breath in without having the wind sucked from my lungs first.