Losing Myself

July 18, 2018

I stand in front of the mirror looking back at the girl whose face once held a smile.

I question my sanity as I start to forget the little things.

My hair color, my eyes, my place in the world.

Like a void of darkness there is no end to this torture I call life.

I’m fine.

My name falls from the lips of the people that once knew who I was and

In the end they slip from mine as well as I forget who I am.

Once again I look in the mirror and see a blurry image that was once clear

I look back to all the times I made up another lie.

I’m fine.

When on the inside my heart was calling

Trying to remember who I was

dreams that were once stars are now falling.

The sound of nails against the chalkboard echo in my head

As I try to hold on to the pieces of myself

I find myself weak and lose myself piece by piece.

I’m fine.

The night sky that was once littered with stars is now a refugee for lost dreams and hopes

The one that shines the brightest is the one that once belonged to me,

And that is my name.

I’m fine.

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