To the little boy who once existed,
Innocent and pure
Broken by the world
All alone in the darkness,
Furiously fighting for existence
Yet happy and content.
The hands that held toys,
Now hold cigarettes
The eyes that once cried,
Are now firm and dry
The little boy has given up.
Locked up inside the darkness
Sinking in a bottomless ocean,
Mending the broken pieces
Even though he knows that he’ll never heal.
Never again will he be complete oh his own.
The anger is now pain
And the fight is with himself
With my Old Self
I wish to meet him once again.
Author: Aryan Sonsale
Editor: Vedant Vaswani