The Unspoken Self

Write me like a book

Hear me like a song

Don’t give me that look

Find me somewhere I belong

I’m not as strong as you think

I need to love myself once again

Why did I think another would suffice

For if he leaves I would struggle to be alive

In the end, it all boils down to me

What do I really want to achieve

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="ql-align-center">The purpose, the meaning of life

Is it solely just to thrive?

Loss of loved ones

Slowly one by one

It feels like parts of me are disintegrating

Am I really breaking?

I start to question who am I

Do I even really have to try?

How do I stop all these thoughts from flowing?

Or am I just fine and simply overthinking?