#feeling lost

Would you help me to find myself again? I keep losing myself cause I dont know who I'm looking for anymore.

Wondering when my shine will come back, when I’ll feel like myself again.

I built this hell myself, brick by bloody brick, and now I’m trapped inside choking on the smoke. This body, this town, this skin, it all feels borrowed, ill-fitting, like I stole someone else’s life and now I’m waiting for the real owner to show up and drag me out. Every anchor I used to have is rotting. Home doesn’t feel like home. My own reflection looks like a stranger wearing my face wrong. My body keeps moving through the motions, breathing, eating, pretending to function, but my head is somewhere else entirely, chasing shadows in worlds that don’t exist. Safer worlds. Sharper worlds. Places where I’m not this hollowed out version of myself. I float, lost in loops of memory, fantasy, and half-remembered pain. Time keeps moving. People keep talking. The world keeps spinning. While I’m caught between two nowhere places, fraying at the edges, wondering if I’ll ever feel real again.