Living in a dingy world
where paths are all tangled,
I tried to take a hold
of a life that’s been long troubled.
A chaotic world of a thousand dreams
seeking its way, waiting to be seen.
I took a breath and tried to strive
with a heart that hopes to see the light.
For many years, I’ve been in this place
Still, why can’t I find solace?
I am a captive in this dungeon
where only I live alone.
It is an endeavor to find the way
so finally I could be free.
I am lost in my own world;
it’s a story that is yet untold.
Note: These past days, my anxiety and depression was through the roof and because of that, I wasn’t able to focus on writing. I had breakdowns and I was really exhausted — physically, mentally and emotionally. I was drained. And yes, I was suicidal. I am. I always feel like there’s no way for me to get out and find light at the end of this tunnel I am in right now but despite, I choose to continue living. One day, I will have my own story to tell. A story of losing and winning.