Long ago, I had a dream,
That I have up on now
Because I couldn't even breath.
I was being crushed by the expectations.

It just made me scream
But the voice didn't leave my mouth
'Cause my whole energy went to handle the weight,
That was above me.

Disguised as a light beam,
I, then saw hope.
Being weak and shattered,
I could not follow it.

Because of the weight, each inch I lean,
The pain worsen.
I was too tired to even cry,
Or even to try.

To feel this, what could it mean?
The dream of a teen only existed in memories now.
And you know what that dream was to?
It was to live and not to survive...