Please tell me the ending is good—
I don’t want to get lost.
I feel trapped in a wood
I don't know the path of


The voices whisper,
“Follow the glowing lights,”
but there’s nothing in sight—
just imposters dressed in white,
waiting to catch me
when I’m too tired to fight.

And believe me, I’m tired.
Nothing gets me inspired
I don’t even recognize the girl in the mirror.

Each morning, I stand,
staring at her silhouette—
thinner,
slimmer.
I linger on her figure and wonder,
“Did I wrong her?
She deserved so much more.”

But no one sees that.
So, I play along,
pretending to be strong—
like I’ve done for so long,
just to belong.

Please tell me the ending is good.
Because if it’s not,
I’ll have to build a house
in the woods

You think too much—
Always reaching for more,
Convinced you’re smarter,
Yet losing what’s already yours.

You think too much,
And the moment slips away—
The people, the emotions,
They fade at the break of day.

For what?
To mourn photographs of what you lived?
To pine for a past that felt brighter,
Wishing to hold on to it tighter

You think too much,
And life passes you by—
Not in the present,
But trapped in a memory’s lie.