LOST
This is me writing because I hurt,
This is me writing because I'd rather not bleed.
I wish that my heart wasn't broken, cause then it could work on my mind
But life isn't fair, I know
Not been happy is killing me
I hate that I look in the mirror, and I hate the me looking back
Never had I seen myself turning out the way I am today, or maybe I had.
The ghost of a girl long dead, long gone, trapped in a twenty two years old, living, breathing body.
So what if I walk around like a half dead zombie, with the mask of a robot plastered across my face?
Nobody notices, nobody cares?.
So I shed.
At first it was the introvert, then the extrovert, the secluded kid, the bad child.
I tried them all. None of the masks fit.
It was great to pretend, but it's exhausting.
How far can I go?, How long can I pretend to be someone I'm not.
Years back, I dreamt of being Wendy, desperate for freedom. In search of a Peter Pan, who'd take me to Neverland.
But now I got to realize, Neverland isn't Heaven, and you don't need a Peter Pan to get there.
Neverland is a home for lost souls
And that's who I am.
So if you ever get lost, come find me here
So we'd breathe the same air🥲🥀