What Remains Of Me

While the world sleeps, my heart still aches, I’ve carried more than one soul should take. I’m tired in ways that sleep can’t reach, I try to speak, but words won’t keep. I drown it down as far as I can, This isn’t my life - not what I planned. A quiet hell, kept out of sight, A path I walk through endless nights. I stayed silent, smiling at my worst, Knowing someday the walls would burst. Now they’re caving in, falling through, No one left who knows what to do. I pushed away the hands I had, Afraid of hurting, afraid of being sad. Now I linger where the light once stayed, The only ghost I never saved.