tear and thrash,
create, then crash—
no meaning left,
no faith,
just ash.
am i the only
one who feels
under the gun?
i’ve fought
for something more,
rose from flames,
still wanting more.
i’ve endured
all i could endure—
and now all i see
is blood
in my eyes.
but i’m
not giving up
yet.
i’m already broken—
but i’m not
gone.
how do i go on
when nothing feels right?
i stare into the sun
just to steal
some light.
you’re not the only one
falling from the sky—
but how can i be strong
when you keep
singing goodbye?
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 2:25 AM UTC
tear and thrash,
create, then crash—
no meaning left,
no faith,
just ash.
am i the only
one who feels
under the gun?
i’ve fought
for something more,
rose from flames,
still wanting more.
i’ve endured
all i could endure—
and now all i see
is blood
in my eyes.
but i’m
not giving up
yet.
i’m already broken—
but i’m not
gone.
how do i go on
when nothing feels right?
i stare into the sun
just to steal
some light.
you’re not the only one
falling from the sky—
but how can i be strong
when you keep
singing goodbye?
inspired by Story of the Year’s 'How Can We Go On', this piece is about survival after collapse—when there’s nothing left to hold but your own strength. for anyone still standing, still searching, still screaming: this is for you.
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