How can I fight when there’s no longer something to refute
What I thought could be
Had crashed down from the skies
Leaving me on the ground
Laying next to shards
Fragile remnants of a previous magic
Hope

Of all the things I imagined myself doing
This was not one
For I lacked the creativity to believe I would fail
And overflowed on the confidence that I deserved better
What a fool I was
To believe that life would favour me