And slowly, you stop being you...
Your world slowly fades into almost nothing,
You change...
You change and you become confused.
The confusion worsens and you die inside, alone.
And slowly, you stop being you...
Your life feels incomplete, dead,
And you, like a lost dog, cuddle yourself for warmth.
You relate to the mourning wind as it blows through the cold night.
Like you, it mourns for your life,
Unlike you, its cold air dries your tears.
And slowly, you stop being you...
Addict-with-a-pen's-sorrow 🥀
