I’m slowly breaking apart.
Missing piece after piece.
Disappearing into nothing.
Seeing my happiness fading.


I’m dead inside.
My feelings is nowhere to be found.
I'm searching after them.
Getting lost on the way.


I don’t know where I stand anymore.
I can’t seem to find the light at the end.
The path I’ve been walking seems so familiar.
It’s a new path, but an old memory.


I’ve created a way for others.
Someone have to walk first to mark a way.
When I get through it, I can guide the others.
So no one can get lost when searching again.


My mind is filled up with thoughts.
Coming from my long lost heart.
I feel warmth and a little relieved.
I know where to go.


I can finally come home.
It’s open, and welcoming me with a smile.
I ran as fast as I could before it would close.
Just as when I got there, it disappeared.


I fell to the ground.
Just sitting with nothing on my mind.
I’ve forgotten why I thought it were real.
No one would ever welcome an abandoned soul.