Dear Medium: What Was I Made For?

We were meant for more, weren’t we?

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I sit in silence,
the weight of the world
pressed into my chest,
breathing feels like drowning.

The nights stretch on,
darkness swallows the light,
and I wonder,
what was I made for?

We were supposed to find joy,
weren’t we?
But all that’s left
is an emptiness that echoes.

I cry for what could have been,
for the dreams that died
before they had a chance
to take flight.

We walk through life,
hollow shells of who we were,
carrying the burden
of broken promises.

I search for meaning,
in the cracks of my soul,
but all I find
is more pain.

We hold on to each other,
desperate for warmth,
but the cold seeps in,
no matter how tight we cling.