Do not rewrite the past.
No hand can erase
what time has carved
in wounded skin.

Let your oldest notebook
inscribe the first line
of a new tale —
written in fresh tears
and the sweat
of becoming
a future still unfolding.

I sit and I wonder,
Does love exist?
I ask myself, can I not be loved?
I sit and wonder why no one cares.
Why do I feel alone?
Why is no one ever there?
I sit and wonder what is beyond the horizon,
I sit and wonder if I can go beyond these walls
I sit and wonder if I can be happy
I sit and wonder who I am,
I sit and wonder if I am the girl in the mirror,
I wonder what happened to who I used to be,
I wonder who I am now,
I wonder if I deserve happiness
I sit and wonder if I can be happy,
Must I be alone,
I sit and wonder what it feels like to be free,  
I wonder where a young bird goes when it realizes it can fly
I sit and wonder ‘what is freedom?’.

I'm running
Trying to catch peace that never arrives
Hiding between shadows
So I don't have to remember

I'm running
Erasing footsteps in exhaustion
Convincing myself
That distance will make the pain smaller
But the farther I go
The more real it becomes

No one is chasing
Except the truth keeps waiting
That it wasn't you I left behind
It was me.

Then I stop
Let the heart hurt
Let the pain speak
I won't run anymore