and when the whole world falls on you
the smiles falter a little and tears gather a little more
but none of it would ever be seen
because you’d like to at least believe or make believe that there’s something there for you
something somewhere hidden but not lost
like all the hopes you’ve had before you
even when time teases you mercilessly
with how much it passes without you passing
you’d still wished to believe
that all is not lost
that you are not lost
that the whole world wouldn’t leave you behind and you’ll get back on your feet again
that you’d give the whole world just to get back on your feet again.
that the whole world doesn’t count
when you’re barely whole
fill up the missing pieces.
would it be enough
just to be?