Cold Hard Truth

My mind is arguing with me. Should I, shouldn't I. Should I tell him this or should I tell him something else. Should I tell him at all or shouldn't I.

My mind is having an inner storm. A storm that's raging my insides and taking my mind from the wildfire in my heart. Both storms fighting with each other, to be or not to be. I can't decide, my heart can't decide and neither can my mind. The storms are raging on, bringing destruction to only me, the one capable to stop it.

It's really confusing to explain that's why I come up with these metaphorical methods. This is the only way to explain the unexplainable. I feel like I am climbing a mountain through this journey but I am slipping and now I'm awaiting a fall. It's coming but I'm the one that put myself there, in this situation.