What I really wanted to ask was,

Do you believe in me?

I know I’ve asked before,

But I feel so empty.

I want this dream so badly.

It stands so far away.

You tell me to keep fighting,

But I only seem to stray.

If I don’t push forward,

There’s only possibilities.

Yet this hole grows more and more,

Fraught with anxieties.

A new excuse, another tale,

To pause my future demise.

I don’t see anything else,

Yet I know I’m telling lies.

So what I really wanted to ask was,

Do you think I will succeed?

Is my dream worth fighting for?

Will you help me, please?