The heart, the body, the mind, the soul —
what part of me is left to hold?
I cry, I scream, I plead,
but all that answers me is pain, echoing back what I gave away so freely.
Fly, fly, fly away —
to someone I once was,
someone who lived inside the happiest of my dreams.
Drop it all —
drop the weight, the facade, the lies that wrapped themselves around me like a second skin.
I have given everything...