I could assassinate my thoughts with a mere fraction of the emotional construct that is my soul,
I bleed out individualism – and hide it so well that I’ve blended into the crowd and have become invisible;
I’m just an island of regret,
The thoughts and memories that flood out are painful
Thoughts of love and friendship corrupt my very core.
I’m lost in the darkness; and I don’t know who I am anymore
Everything up till now has meant nothing.
And everything forward will mean nothing.
I push people away
But desire and need to be near others.
I am a wreck
And that’s all I’ll ever be
A shattered wreck of who I used to be.
I don’t know who I am anymore