Of Dreams And Madness

What do i do?

Must I live to love?

Or must I love to live?

Breathe for the sake of existing, 

or live for the sake of breathing. 

Why is it that living is harder than dying?

Why do people search for fountain of youths

when they are doomed to get old? 

Why do we preserve life when we don't want to live it?

The music I made were unheard of,

The words not read nor spoken,

And yet, they are a part of me. 

A puzzle that completes the piece. 

Why must I be known in halves? 

A daughter, a sister, a woman...

I wore a hat, a crown, a headband

But I am not that.

I am borne of dynasties in this world,

The blood running in my veins are not mine,

I am not of this empire, 

I am not home. 

I grew up not fearing monsters under the bed,

For I knew far worse adversaries in my head.

I was raised in a pedestal 

By the same arms that hold me down. 

What do I do

When I see a window open? 

If I jump, would I fly or fall?

What do I do

When death becomes more welcoming than you?

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Madame_Thoughts