Ridges of Hopelessness

I want to live, to do amazing things, to breathe the air of success and let it bleed through me.

But for what?

I have nothing, no one on my side.

All my tears are drying, my nights are sleepless, the Moon is waning.

What is the point?

When hope was always dead, when success was never mine to take.

I try as hard as my might wills me, as much as my wishing appeals to me, but the Moon always makes way for the Sun at the end of the beautiful and lonely night, and I will always make room for others around me.

Make room for them to only scar me, break me into smaller pieces.

Nothing can bring me back from the depths of brokenness, nothing will make me want to breathe again.

I’ll just stop wasting the wishes, stop taking up your air.

I’ll leave and not waste any more time.

You continue being selfish and I’ll watch from the broken wings, as you take the stage because you’re stronger than I would ever have been.

Your will was always brighter, making you shine.

I was always your shadow, and I’ll return to it.

Just more deeper, more hopeless, but as always; broken.

~Mariya