in the mirror, i see the cracks, my self-destructive ways,
pushing others subconsciously, now in this lonely haze.
it felt like i had nobody, even from the start,
but now the cold wind bites, on a dark night in my heart.
alone again, i stand, a victim of my own mind,
depression's weight so heavy, leaving all warmth behind.
lethargy in my veins, a shadow over every day,
neglecting self and others, driving everyone away.
i've been selfish in my sorrow, lost in my own plight,
reflected my despair, turned day into night.
now the silence echoes, where laughter used to be,
a testament to the loneliness, crafted by me.
it's a cold realization, this solitude i've built,
in the ruins of my choices, burdened by the guilt.
wishing for connection, yet afraid to reach out,
trapped within my sorrow, suffocating in doubt.
in the mirror, i see the truth, the path i've carved alone,
longing for redemption, for a place to call my own.
but the wind is cold, the night is long,
and finding warmth again feels like chasing a fleeting song.
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