And it's strange that I complain about people
who do not understand me
when I cannot even understand myself
and it's surprising
that you have volunteered to help me find my way
you have always been right by my side through every step
no matter how difficult or exhausting it was
you were there, like a rock which never leaves the seashore
no matter how many times it gets hit by the strong waves
like a tree which can never move as if it is its duty
to stay right there for as long as it is needed
you were more than a savior to me
but while trying to protect me from myself
you forgot one thing, the most important thing
did you really believe I was something you could fix?
Baby, I've been broken into a million pieces
yet, I am not a puzzle
I am shattered glass that can't be pulled back together
I am not a whole
I am a mix of everything I've ever said and heard,
of everything I have done and have experienced
more like an unstructured combination of sadness,
sorrow and grief
a little bit of depression and a little bit of insanity
you should have realized by now that
I am not looking for a hero
I am not looking for a friend
I am not looking for a guide
I'm looking for myself
