I think I'm losing myself bit by bit, piece by piece, my heart is in all directions
Old habits lost, the lies I've lived through distorting my vision into clarity
I think my scars are fading, or the principle of pain fading from memory
And the more I'm finding myself the feeling of emptiness decreases
What's happening to what used to be, a black and white world I had
Gray areas of confusion that turn my head to sides I'd never seen
Living in music, the silence deafens my sense of harmony, mutated melody
While the white noise medicates the earthquake I've always struggled on
I am... lost.

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Winter and Steaming Coffee
PoetryMy fifth poetry collection... about coming to terms with oneself.