I Am Afraid.

Foreign words for my tongue.
I am fearless. I am strong. Never will you see a tear. Never will you see me broken. I do not fake a smile, and I do not fear.
I am not one who fears tomorrow. I may be anxious and worry, but never have I truly been afraid. I am not one to admit to tears, but they have fallen. I am not one to fear, but I am afraid. I am not one to lost hope, but it's left me behind.
He speaks with such 'wisdom'. He has no hope. He speaks as if it has happened already, which frightens me. He talks to me with such surety, such . . . there aren't even words for it.

I am afraid. I am fearful. I am frightened. I am scared. I am losing sight of hope. My vision is blurred by the tears his voice brings to my eyes.
I need hope; how can I be supportive if he's lost it all?