I mourn the person I could have been without the trauma

The self I had to bury in order to survive

I am griefing the soul I had to kill, still so young and naive

I hold on to some of their dreams, not mine to yearn for, feeling guilty they didn't get to fullfill them

The individual I could have been, would have been and used to be all at once

Their cold body hidden deep inside my heart, craving for more