June 23, 2020
The ghost of the past sometimes lingers
I was slowly drifting away but no one reached out
The people I trust and look up seemed not to care
And so I stopped coming and going for a while
I was afraid to face other people
I was afraid to be judged by them
I was afraid that I will never find the right words to say
And then I stopped being available
I was anxious that no one reached out No one even noticed that I was drifting away And I began to think that they were all selfish And did not really care about other's sufferings
But sometimes I think it was also my mistakes For not being open with them But I was still young and vulnerable And always felt like a lost soul in this realm
Their self-righteousness and my immaturity
I started to blame everything around me
From being hurt to having no care anymore
A lament of a numb heart of a once broken soul
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