The fear of losing my dream kept me alive,
A breath I fought for, though choked inside. Vile thoughts whispered \"just end it \" in vain,
Tears watered the dandelion that couldn\'t break.
I thought of my unwritten scars,
the masterpieces, the art .
I was too broken, too empty to try,
A pen in my hand, but no strength to write.
The wind carried my hope,
The raw pain, couldn’t let me cope.
I wished on the starry seeds for life.
The vile thoughts said that I was just a weed,
I told them that I was a die hard,
Forged in fire and stone.
I dreamt of flying after falling apart.
The weight of my emotions, the ache in my chest,
Could be a masterpiece, some beautiful art.
It was time to let go, to move on,
It was time to hold on, to be strong.