Spoken Poetry

Lost

Living just keeps getting harder and harder,
Or maybe I'm just being too harsh on myself.
The feeling of being fine feels like a mask I wear,
A lie I tell myself to keep from falling apart.
It's like I'm caught in an endless cycle,
Where every time I think I'm okay, I feel lost again—
Like a wandering soul with no destination,
Drifting through moments that pass without meaning.

I walk through a space that feels like a void,
Where everything is just plain darkness,
And even the smallest light seems too far to reach.
Sometimes, I wonder if I'll ever find a way out,
Or if I'm meant to stay in this emptiness,
Trapped between who I was and who I'll never be.
The weight of every day feels heavier than the last,
And I wonder how long I can keep pretending to be strong.

But I move forward,step by step,
Even when it feels like there's no path ahead.
Because maybe—just maybe—this isn't forever.
Maybe, somewhere beyond the dark,
There's a place where I'll find myself again