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Lost Myself
I made a grave mistake, I should never have trusted me
now I don't know how to get out of this abyss, it's dark I can't see
no, I'm not okay, no I don't want you to stay,
no this world is suddenly so gray
no, I'm a complete mess
and there's nothing left for you to caress
I can't be happy, I don't know if you understand,
I can't be happy in the sky nor on the land
I can't be happy with everyone here nor alone,
I can't be happy in my emotions, nor my tone
I can't be happy today, I can't be happy tomorrow,
when he comes to get me I'll tell him my sorrow
I don't have a past, I forgot all my memories,
nothing left for the stories, there ain't no remedies
losing my way in the traffic of thoughts,
I found a new hobby of staring at the dots
they said the stars would guide me home,
but all they ever did was make me roam
around the forests and on the mountains,
in the deserts and in the oceans
tried to get out of this trauma, instead got fond of it,
now I live in the day and dream of the drama
yesterday I broke the curse and set myself free,
I know I lost myself, and I don't dare find me.
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Hi! My name's Nikhil and I'm an amateur at writing articles and poems. I used to believe that you needed to have actually experienced the emotions you express in a poem for it to be "relatable". However, this piece was something I wrote when I was not in fact sad - this goes out to support all those people who are not actually broken or flawed but think of themselves to be, and listen to sad songs or read melancholy poems and novels.