Bhoomi's diary

What if I just end up as a graveyard for potential that I could’ve reached? 
a regret for all the things I wanted to achieve but never could. 
a desire for all the places I wish I could go but never did.
and these fears keep me up at night. 
The what-ifs of failure are haunting my mind.
Why am I not enough? I scream into the darkness. 
hoping for a reply that never comes. 
So I weep my fears away, clinging on to this hope that stays. For a better future that I keep wishing for, I will keep on dreaming anyway.