I have lost my identity; I am no longer that person. A piece of me has been taken away, leaving me incomplete. What was essential has destroyed me, and nothing remains of the old me. My heart still beats with the same rhythm, yet it no longer carries the same feelings.
Why does losing myself feel so heavy? Why can’t I feel the way I used to? It’s as if my inner self has turned into a shadow—present, but untouchable. Every breath carries a sense of absence, every step feels unfamiliar.
Now, when I look in the mirror, the face I see doesn’t feel like mine. The fragments of my being have scattered, leaving only a broken reflection. And the most painful part is knowing that this broken reflection is still me…