Hurricanes of Life

lost

I felt like I lost myself when I tried searching for his love. I forgot that I too , needed my love and affection. He didn't want it as much as I do.

Believing in him resulted in losing myself . Maybe in him and to him.

I caught myself staring at the blank walls, pretending it was interesting and that was when it hit me that I lost it. Myself. My identity.

Everything I am was defined by him. I am left without any of me and only dreams of him. It felt right yet it felt deliberately wrong.

I was left in a box , trapped without light. All I hear was his shrieks of laughter. His laughter was love, now it's poison. His voice infuriated me.

That was when I reckoned that I should find a way to reach out to myself again. It was more than just losing sight of who I used to be.

I was sick of being lost. So I did what I had to get a grip on myself again.