I am empty, but still I spark.
I am living, but inside I die.
I am the wind passing by,
I am the petals of roses
that rained down on thorn
I am the seed of happiness
that stayed unborn.

How can I love who I am, if I'm still shackled to someone who has long forgotten who I am.

If this is me, then I wish it weren't so.
If love is a death match, then I wish I would win the duel.
If this world is a landfill,
Then I aim to be someone's jewel.