I used to be happy when I was in a cage,
A cage of recklessness, where joy outweighed pain…
I used to be happy until they taunted me,
Taunting my good grades—now those grades just haunt me…
So, I broke the cage and entered the jungle,
A jungle of maturity, where no one is humble…
The jungle gifted me many things,
Silence over chaos & anxiety pills…
Depression was the climax,
The climax of life.
Started loving self-harm,
Started loving the knife…
Then everything became dark,
This Darkness sucks me up.
I reached out to people,
But attachment only messed me up…
Then I realized—an illusion came
It made me think that recklessness and happiness were a cage.
It made me believe that the jungle was freedom,
But it was just darkness, breeding arrogance…
Now I sit here, preferring to be alone,
Carrying past traumas, and far from home…
I used to be happy when I used to dream,
But when I tried to fulfil those dreams,
I got nothing in return,
Now those dreams are screams…
I used to be happy when I was just three…
I used to be happy when I was just me…
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