A golem without head

Who am I

Somebody I used to know,
addicted to a certain kind of sadness,

seems I need to treat myself more, the wound is still present

examining oneself I cannot at present find my place in the world, my place got ripped from me and now I have a vacuum where there should be meaning.

Does that mean i went too far from myself when giving myself to you?

Redefining the puzzle I once had will be like stumbling in the dark

Where are my friends?

Where are my needs?

I put them aside for you and you chose to leave.


Couldnt help crying a little while listening to this.