I've held on, so tightly, for so long
That I didn't even notice
The blood caked beneath my fingernails,
My hand that bled and dried every time
I think that I've lost conviction
In myself, in us, in life.
But now it's time to let go
Because the past betrayed me
And I believed in its promises,
Though it hurts to unbend the iron grip,
All I ended up seeing, is emptiness
In the palm of my hand.
