When our dreams die
Do we die, too?
Or is it the other way around?

Broken ties
Right before my eyes
Sat at the dinner table
Fed with silence
And disguise
For how long
Does this stay
Unbearable

What does sacrifice even mean
Does that make people happy?

What was the saddest apology you’ve ever heard
An apology for simply existing

It has always been easy for you
To step on me
Because at the end of the day
I will always understand you

I have always wondered
What you always meant by
Everything’s gonna be fine
Because none of these is fine

I am a lost child
With an empty stomach
No matter how much I eat
I still crave for something else

I am your lost child
The beginning of your misery
The echo of your anxiety
A slave to your trauma