No.

No one broke my heart.

Yes.

It was me all along.

It was me trying to 

love my self, torn apart

my own heart.

My own dreams,

My own expectations,

drove me crazy.

The longing to achieve 

childhood fairytales,

Not knowing what I am,

Not knowing which piece of 

puzzle missing, 

I wandered around in 

the loneliest street of self-search.

 No.

No one believed in me,

they would never.

Yes.

In an attempt to fly high

I forgot to tie my anchors down

forgetting my wings are torn 

with all those wanderings.

No.

I don't hate my new self.

Yes.

I miss old me,

with all those smiles.

I miss the light in my own eyes.