If I can just die,
And have everything ended
In a flash.
Not with a bang but a whimper.
No one acts like they even care.
And not that anyone would be aware.
The influence is too much
to break the rebellion spines,
Bold enough to get the time rewound.
Wounded.
Only if.
And there is nothing in the world we can choose
Indeed.
I cannot get rid of the real me,
If there is any.
I live for your expectations,
I survived for your dreams,
I am a stock-maybe,
And there is no way to return.
Portrait of Em. 