HOPE IS THE ONLY WAY

Turning my sorrows into mist, I bury my worries in the silence. I listen to a thousand voices, While mine remains the only one unheard. ​Though I am the center of their care, I feel the burn of silent expectations. Rumors say I am leaving this world— But I haven't, not just yet. ​I hang by a thin thread of hope, Walking a path quite unheard.