windowside

wanted to let it go but it just won`t die.i sit windowside and forget it all. life moves far too fast into a trap set by best intentions. so rip the floor from underneath my feet.expectations i can`t live up to,problems i can`t seem to find a way through.i cannot erase the words written on the wall but i felt their weights as i watched them fall. i`ve tried. how i`ve tied myself in knots for it.but my last shred of doubt hangs on the knife i used to cut it out.