the end- it simply can't

I wish I could still have words to document my exact and was thoughts I was drifted away by some useless sloth shamefully i can't fought But should I underestimate myself that much that I cannot Because we always become what we think and what we speak And the only thing is I need to fix my HEAP Before I ran out of leave I knew that I lost my was But he sees how much i tried and was lost Physically mentally spiritually tied up Can I just let it eat me up? Can I still make it up? Questions bombarded my thoughts Despite knowing that I simply could by leaving the shorts yet it was still chewing me up But good thing it's only chewing and yet swallowing I guess it has no dominant on me anymore BECAUSE WE BECOME WHAT WE THINK AND WHAT WE SPEAK. Let my above thoughts be read and left with all your what ifs away And say that you can beat it in whatever ways.