"Where am I?"
I feel like I’m missing… me.
Like I’ve been misplaced, forgotten, or maybe… lost.
Not losing myself—maybe I already did.
I can't find him… that version of me.
Where did he go?

Why am I like this?
This isn’t me.
I used to be full of energy—loud, joyful, an extrovert who lit up every room.
Now? I barely recognize this version of myself.
How did that guy become this?

Maybe I killed him.
Or maybe… he ran.
Far away.
Wherever you are… please, come back.
I need you.
Because I can’t keep living like this.

This version of me—
he’s not living.
He’s slowly dying.
And the saddest part is… no one really notices.
Not even me.
Maybe that’s why he left—because I stopped caring too.

I don’t even know who to blame.
Myself?
Or the world that let me fall apart?

But if you're still out there, somewhere—
if even a piece of you is alive—
please come back.

Before it's too late.

I need you… more than anything.
Because it’s always been you and me.
It’s always been us.
And we’re not whole unless we’re together.