I lost my sense of belonging
Can no longer remember its feeling
I crave of not being lonely
for what can no longer be salvaged
I see all the places I belong
to only notice how I don't
I lost what made me part of them
what was meant to be part of myself
I cry with no tears
over a mirror with no reflection
Him, the writer that wrote his life
now can no longer hold his pencil
I lost everything I cared about
I cared about everything I lost
Now I have none,
not the mourning not the search
I'm miserable.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 11:43 PM UTC
I lost my sense of belonging
Can no longer remember its feeling
I crave of not being lonely
for what can no longer be salvaged
I see all the places I belong
to only notice how I don't
I lost what made me part of them
what was meant to be part of myself
I cry with no tears
over a mirror with no reflection
Him, the writer that wrote his life
now can no longer hold his pencil
I lost everything I cared about
I cared about everything I lost
Now I have none,
not the mourning not the search
I'm miserable.
Nothing left but tears.
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