Recreating what was lost
Dearest, self You’ve far accomplished nothing, but I’m proud of you. “Don’t give up” you’ve always told yourself that. But can’t you? Or can you? There’s not much of a choice It’s only to stay or to run They won’t give you a chance to run away A chance to choose yourself However, please, hold on for a little longer. The fight isn’t over yet So don’t lose in a fight where you ain’t even fighting. Go fight for your life, little one.
