fate



I loved someone once who told me that fate Was real and everything happened for a Reason. When that person died, and left me alone I could not accept that it was meant to Be. Because if I did, it would mean that they Never once had a chance to live out their Dreams. So I convinced myself that fate could not Be real. I challenged it and I fought it And did everything I could for the gods To know that the predetermined story they wrote for me would never come to be. But now I am tired, wishing that fate Would just tell me what's next and help me to Live.