There’s two people living inside of me,
and sometimes I get the feeling
I’m neither one of them.
I look in the mirror and I don’t recognize myself,
so I wonder how did I ended up here,
but there’s no answer for that...
I try to go back to my old self
but I can’t,
it’s too hard to be someone that’s left in the past,
then I try to be the person
I want to become in the future...
somehow I end up even more broken than before...
I look in the mirror
knowing that it’s harder to be alive
So I ask myself:
” Living is more painful than dying, do you want to live?”
and there’s no answer to be found, not now.
- Alex Antally 🌸