victory

I watch you destroy yourself
in the race to achieve results.
Put your feelings on the shelf
to hide from people your scars.

No rest. You tighten the belt.
Do you love to suffer that much?
You don't accept any help.
If you let, what will happen? A crash?

I know you have people around,
but you cry alone in your room.
Is it your broken heart sound?
Sadness that slowly consumes?

Is the victory worth sacrifices,
when you are so broken inside?
Being happy is not what vice is,
then I think why don't you try?


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