Between the dust and the debris.

I'm not good enough, I make these terrible mistakes, I hurt people and I ruin things. I'm so scared of what is coming, what I'm responsible for. I am scared that one day the people who believed in me will wake up and think that they wasted their time. I'm terrified that I will let people down. I am completely paralyzed by the fear that this might be all there is left for me. One day at a time is what I told myself, one day is too much, I can't cope with what is going on. I'm so tired but I can't sleep, all that is going around in my head are the problems I have created, the people I have hurt, the mistakes I have made. I never expected to get to eighteen. I never thought I would have to deal with this responsibility. I'm not ready.