To My Old Self

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

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