Shooting Star.

I know,

I lost my will to dream,

for the nightmares kept pushing me down

into the deep dark hole of survival

where I kept questioning

my worth, my existence,

and the reasons to trade my life.

But I shine,

not with my eyes but words

that I kept hidden inside,

afraid of letting them out

for they might realize

my insecurities

once again,

letting me fall apart

in the overcast sky.