You promised me,
i know you did
of thngs that are better, brighter.
I know you know this-
its pretty clear-
you've failed me again,
why do i even care?
I knew this would happen-
as always-
you can decieve the world,
but not yourself.
I'm not,
i never was,
i never will be
what i hope to be
what i want to be.
it is as simple.
I reached for the galaxies above
when i knew i was too short.
Maybe i wasn't loud enough,
should've screamed my prayers.
For if what is dead cannot reawaken,
what was never alive can't be created.
So, i guess i'll just live with it-
with myself.
After all,
if i wrote my story
it wouldnt be very long
infact, just this phrase would suffice:
"It Didn't Happen".
