My Poem book(#2): Echoing Hearts

I Strive

I try—

Striving to be the best.

To win the show.

The better I am, the more I'm not alone.

Yet, is it even good enough?

Sometimes I feel not.

I feel shot, drawn down—

Buried in a grave, stuck in this hole.

I don't know if you'll ever know, I'll never let the true pain show.

I'll continue to glow.

But my light.... it's fading out;

dimly lit, embers from a flame drifting away.

Will you come for me?

or will you wash with the tide, away from my love, away from my heart.

Though the distance only makes the heart grow fonder, they say.

My reflection, a mirror of strain.

I fear.

I fear so damn much.

So I strive to make it last.

I try.

Try.

Try.

I'm sick of failing.

I'm sick of losing everything over and over again.

So please stay.

I'm afraid I'll decay.

Don't go away.

Here I lay,

Maybe one day,

maybe,

I'll be good enough.