Perhaps you've stroked the match dozens of times,
Dreamed a different dream every day but still
Find the flames of passion snuffed out in mere minutes
No matter what words of encouragement you recite.
Hobbies, loved ones and the most ambitious of goals
Aren't enough to make you stare into the future and see
The version of yourself you're surely meant to become.
Used matches litter the ground around you, blackening it
Like your vision as hope starts to fade from view.
If the spark won't came from the present, look behind you:
There are smiling faces from the past that you know
Would still be smiling today if only fate had been kinder.
I stand in front of my bedframe, in front of a mirror. A mirror among just a few in this.. home. I thought to myself the countless wishes I've ever thought. Silently praying for life where I remember mine, to redo my choices and rewrite my mistakes. Are they mine? Am I to blame? I shook those questions off my head. Why would I blame some other's life for how much I despise mine? Right? I wish I was born different from what I am right now. I wish I was born a different place, a different country. I wish I had it easy for once, I wish my so-called childhood never went to waste. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt another pang on my chest. Why does that happen? No wound nor illness, yet there's pain. I looked at the silhouette on the mirror once more, and felt parts of my body I felt uncomfortable of because- I heard a slam from the front door followed by faint sobs and screams. I double checked the doorknob of the room. Perhaps I was a criminal in a past life to deserve this