What now?
The echoes in my chest sound like screams.
Is this what it means
to bury your desires for the sake of others
A lie called Hope was the thing I began to feed myself
You said let it go,
But how do you bury something
that still breathes in your bones?
I gave my breath to it,
my voice to it,
I broke my sleep for it,
bled deep for it,
Ready to take in humiliation for it.
Did everything for it.
And now you simply say
I should forget.
You are not worth it.
So what now? Do I scream or stay quiet?
Should I leave? Push harder?
But how much harder?
Every second I live
Feels like I'm losing somehow.
I don't want a new dream.
I want mine back, even if it kills me.