mirror

looking at the 'me' in the mirror
walking forward is all i can do
thinking too much caused too intense damage
even as i advanced forward
people and things pushes me back
a string pulled me forward
may it not snap

walking in the world without the ones i love
loneliness gripped my legs, not letting me advance
the more i resist the stronger the grip
even if those hands lost the hold, bruises stayed on forever
as i sat in the room without love
tears flowed uncontrolably down
may someone wipe it off

emotions and thoughts tear the 'self' away from me
losing sleep has i gotten used
but losing myself came as an unwarned blow
the question: will i become insane?
the answer: high chance.
my precious cup of sanity is drying up
may it be refilled