By Ananya Swaroop
Walking away from a place that I once called home
And stepping into a state where I’m all alone
Sitting next to strangers for a change
When all I was used to was that stupid fame
Feeling the despair that I only knew in pages
Being as scared as a lost person without wages
Having no one to go to when things feel wrong
Having no place where crying wasn’t wrong
Having no distractions from all the problems
Feelings that were once shunned now begin to surface
Have I begun to numb where feelings are a dream
And empathy is a must, have I begun to numb
Maybe being numb isn’t that bad when I can say
I am happy but all I really am is sad
Maybe this is what death is
Feeling so numb
Having no home
Crying so much
Feeling so lost that there seems no other way
Perhaps this is death and I am just midway.