How do you search,
Without a map?
I've lost something,
Too difficult to get back.
I changed with the seasons,
You changed with the weather.
Now I'm contemplating,
If I truly deserve better.
Your words like daggers,
Dig into my mind.
An exit route is what,
I cannot find.
My soul was what,
Managed to flee.
But you have me physically,
Bounded by my knees.
And once you know,
That you're finally done with me.
You've damaged me enough,
For even me not to be me.
I'll carry on my days,
Searching for that last piece.
I'll carry on my days,
Asking myself 'what happened to me'.
