bankruptcy

God, sorry.

let me just spill my guts so it stops churning inside me:

the more I learn, the more I try, 

but the more I try, the more I fail,

and the more I fail, the more pointless all of this is to me.

im sliding into that place again; God speak to a stubborn heart.

bankrupt, again.

this is not just lacking, this is once having something and losing it, and now having nothing.

so in the end, this is my fault. I'm not mad at You or anyone, I'm just - 

yeah. 

Im back in that place again. 

but I remember what happened the last time I was here.

how I ended up there, but more importantly, what I found there.

in my loneliness, in my brokenness, in my anxiety,

in my emptiness,

there is,

room.

Come, and be filled again.