I feel like a minor league pitcher, who's been throwing fastballs for 6 months straight

and his arm is torn beyond belief

unable to throw anymore

he reaches back to throw, but the ball just drops in front of him

dropping knee in failure as he's pulled from the game, knowing that he's failed his teammates

only to relate that to the rest of his life

failed relationships

horrible grades from college

mediocre life

no love, no strength, no anything

just failure

I can't explain why I feel this way

but I do