I Lost Myself, Found Myself, Then Lost Myself
I thought I knew what I wanted. And I thought that life was complete. What a difference a day makes. Going from whole to broken so immediately, knowing that my life's true purpose is over.
And the need to hibernate away is so great, to protect the soul, to avoid the more damaging coping strategies.
But all around me people continue to laugh, to joke, to go about their normal business not realising that the bottom of my world fell out.
And through it all I vacantly wander, mask firmly in place.
And wonder how long I can keep the pretence before i fall endlessly into the darkness.
But then maybe that's what the likes of me deserve.
And the need to hibernate away is so great, to protect the soul, to avoid the more damaging coping strategies.
But all around me people continue to laugh, to joke, to go about their normal business not realising that the bottom of my world fell out.
And through it all I vacantly wander, mask firmly in place.
And wonder how long I can keep the pretence before i fall endlessly into the darkness.
But then maybe that's what the likes of me deserve.
51-55, F
