"I buried so many versions of myself chasing a future that never came."

Each failure demanded a sacrifice little less laughter, a little less softness, a little less of me. a
I killed off every fragile part that dared to believe, replacing it with something colder, harder, emptier.
And still, the future never arrived.
Now I am a graveyard of abandoned dreams, haunted by the ghosts of who I could have been, if only life had been gentler.