A girl on a swing, unseen by the world below,

Her form a wisp of smoke, drifting in the endless glow.

She swings through silence, between the stars and the sky,

A hole in the mountain, where no one dares to look or try.

Her heat burns bright, but no one feels the flame,

Only shadows whisper of her, calling her by name.

She moves through the air, a secret in motion,

A fleeting thought, a hidden emo...

I’m tired, I’m worn, I’m running on low,

Stuck in a cycle with nowhere to go.

The work keeps piling, the days feel the same,

No motivation, just stress in my brain.

My grades are slipping, I watch them fall,

I try to catch up but can’t do it all.

I sit with my books, but the words fade away,

No focus, no drive, just wasting the day.

I want to do better, I want to be strong,

But everything lately...

I’m drained, I’m lost, I’m stuck in my mind,

Searching for something I just can’t find.

The days feel heavy, the nights feel long,

I try to be strong, but it all feels wrong.

Anger burns, but I don’t know why,

A storm in my chest, a tear in my eye.

I want to go back, but moving ahead,

Means leaving behind the life that I’ve led.

I stand at the edge, torn in two,

One road is old, the other is new...