when someone broke your rhythm
and made your self-worth nonexistent  
to the point that you wished for death.

instead of moving on
you got stuck, contemplating
whether all your hard work was wasted.

you tried your best
to break out of your thick shell
just to be broken apart into minuscule pieces.

i wish yes is the answer
to the question
"are you okay?"

i wish my problems didn't matter
as if they all
have flown away