life is hard. i have spent these years
feeling nothing. everything within my reach
i have searched for more –
a dream that continues spiraling
once caught –
and have found nothing.
my life used to be a lush forest,
blooming with love and happiness
– with you, i had everything,
with you, i was everything,
to me, you were my everything –
but i found myself in a barren wasteland,
mania dissipating like clouds after a storm,
holding medals and gold and nothing more,
broken –
i am no longer everything,
you were my everything,
and i lost everything.
everything
Chaos of Life 