(Sorry this is so late again. No excuse, I’m just obsessed with playing the new Final Fantasy XVI. This poem is inspired by it).
Driven for years and years
by thoughts so false
you can’t see yourself,
can’t even remember
why you’re here,
why you belonged,
why you fought
and clung to life.
Face your shadow,
your nightmare
your truth
and decide
to live on for redemption
or die from guilt.
Scribbled Thoughts 