Seeing the Finish Line

When i started this journey
I was hopeful
I was cheerful
I saw the finish line
I saw the celebratory end

Then in the first quarter of the journey
I was hurt
I was scared
I saw nothing ahead
I saw the ruins

Then in the 2nd quarter, halfway the journey
I was healing
I was recovering
I saw the path again
I saw no end

In the 3rd quarter of the journey
I was hopeful, with doubts
I was happy, with cautions
I saw the path, but disappearing
I saw the sad end

I havent reach the 4th quarter, yet
I am NOT hopeful
I am NOT recovered
I see the finish line
I see the sad end

Throughout it all
I have given my all
But sadly
It has always, always been..
Just me.

Just me.
Persevering on my own.
Healing on my own.

Even when I cried for help
I was left hanging by myself

No explanations
No justifications
Only Silence

Even when I cried for help
Again and again
Only Silence

I wish the silence broke
Before my cries turn to silence too

But my wish probably wont come true.
Because I am not worthy to be heard
Not worthy, I guess.