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, and yet, somehow,

I am still here —

empty, aching, but warm enough to begin again.