Finding Me

Many times, I asked for me about me. 

Once, I found me from you. 

You're mirroring what I expected. 

However, when you went away, I lost myself, again. 

By passing those unknown paths, I tried to find who I was. 

The darkness was too dark. 

Everything changed into super wide black space. 

I had no idea but stopping myself with crying and begging for anyone to help. 

Yet, my sound was gone. 

Everyone passed. 

They left me, alone. 

No one would come. 

I decided to take my feet to step. 

It was so hard, because my feet hurt. 

However, I had dissapointed for waiting and expecting for others. 

No one would help me, but me.