Within

Beneath the broken dreams of another,
You hold,
You wait,
For the heavens to fall,
When even you know,
They shall do nothing of the sort.

You shaln’t be graced with that
Which you deserve,
Or so you feel,
More than others.

Have you not wasted at the hands
Of others, long enough
To feel your last breath,
Escape your heart,
Before it escapes your lungs?

Don’t lie to yourself.

You’ll never be worth it.
It’s only reserved for those who feel enough to know,
It’s them.

That’s what kills.

The last blossom of your mind,
In the beautiful cavern which once held hope,
Doesn’t see the light anymore.

That love shall never be yours.

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