I, myself, became a problem
when I attempted to solve a
problem that I had caused
a long time earlier.

I, myself, have been lost in
the abandoned souls and shattered spirits,
that  left me with a
melancholy ache in my gut

I, myself, became entangled in
an internal storm, 
When I lost a piece
of me in the name of love .

I, Myself, became obsessed
to the people I care about the most,
causing me to traumatize only at
the notion of their absence.

I, Myself, witnessed the
Murder of my own happiness.
while I watch you sob
over the nights.
© -Athenaa