Prompt:

Back again, here I am, not where I want to be. It didn’t work, yet again, and it’s tearing pieces out of me. The meds twist my mind, my body’s not mine, But I still drag hope through the dirt every time. And yes, I’ve put weight on again, I’m sorry for eating through despair. So what if I drank through the pain, wine numbed what no one else could bear. I’m screaming at the sky, “why can’t it be me?” For a chance to hold my dream, to finally feel free. I’m tired of wishing on stars and birthday cakes, Breaking my heart with every wish that never takes. Inject, test, wait—repeat the same refrain, Every month’s a battlefield, another wave of pain. Everyone’s posting their perfect little lives, I’m smiling through envy while another part of me dies. I’m exhausted from the hormones, the scans, the shakes, Another round, another bet that my soul stakes. But I'll go round again no matter how long this process takes. I’m screaming at the sky, “why can’t it be me?” For a chance to hold my dream, to finally feel free. I’m tired of wishing on stars and birthday cakes, Ripping my heart on every wish that never wakes. These scars are my armour, not my shame. This broken body’s still roaring your name. If strength had a sound, this would be it— A war cry from a heart that refuses to quit. I’m screaming at the sky, “why can’t it be me?” For a chance to hold my dream, to finally feel free. Another wish on a star or birthday cake. Can you see my heart's bleeding from the heartache I’m screaming at the sky, “why can’t it be me?” For a chance to hold my dream, to finally feel free. No more wishing on stars or birthday cakes, This is my battle cry for everything it takes.