They promised me heaven
but instead I became hell.

Not with fire
but with the quiet burn of forgotten hopes.
I was handed light
and told to glow,
but no one asked
if I knew how to hold the flame.

I was clothed in dreams
too heavy for my frame,
and when I stumbled,
they called it weakness.

No one saw the weight
beneath the silence.
No one noticed
that I was already smoke
before I ever spoke.

The promised me heaven-
with soft words,
painted skies,
a future made of glass and gold.
But each step forward
cracked the floor beneath me.

And so I became
what they feared.
Not because I wanted to,
but because I was left with no place
else to go.

They promised me heaven.
And I believed them.
That
was the cruelest part.