I carry the weight of yesterday,
Each memory etched, a price to pay.
The moments linger, sharp and cold,
Time moves forward, but grief takes hold.

I wear a smile they want to see,
A mask of who they think is me.
But underneath, the cracks run deep,
A fragile soul that cannot sleep.

Dreams I built have turned to stone,
Each promise broken leaves me alone.
Hands I reached for slipped away,
Fingers grasping at fading gray.

The world spins faster, I stand still,
A silent bystander to its will.
They say to heal, to let it go,
But how do you bury what you still know?

I’ve loved, I’ve lost, I’ve bled, I’ve fought,
For fleeting moments, for what? For naught.
The echo of laughter feels so cruel,
A hollow sound in an empty school.

What does it mean to truly live?
When there’s nothing left that life can give?
And yet, somehow, I’m still here,
A vessel of longing, drowning in fear.

But maybe there’s solace in this quiet ache,
A reminder of the heart I didn’t fake.
Perhaps the pain, though sharp, will fade,
A fragile hope in the mess I’ve made.