I've been striving all the time,
Thinking I'm incomplete, feeling empty without a part that makes me entire.
But this turmoil is chasing me like my silhouette,
Now, I even startle for my shadow
I'm standing now, helpless.
The shadow of mine which is with me is so strange now,
Is this because I left a piece of my heart in everything I loved?
I couldn't find the crumb of mine which was once very delicate,
I couldn't find the shadow of mine which once greeted me every second with a shine through it.
All I could find now is, a monster within myself, lurking behind a mask, growling with pain, searching for the one who lived for the moments when I couldn't thwart myself,
For the one who buried itself under a veneer, taking away all the joy with it.
I miss the empty me, the old me,
but I couldn't find it anywhere,
except in the things and places where once I lived, but I cannot become the same again, because it is also a part of mine once I loved,
so I lost it,
Forever.