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

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?