Does it hurt? When you can not recognise yourself anymore. When you have lost yourself. Feeling like you are not living your life anymore.

I am seeing a familiar face in the mirror but there is a completely different person staring back at me. Asking me the same question as always. Is it really you? Can you even recognize yourself?

These questions haunt me. How can I forget myself? Why did I forget who I was and become someone I never was?

But when did it all start? The day I lost myself. The day I gave up. Accepted the reality and let go of myself without realising.

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I started putting a new filter on myself every day and hid my true self. Missing every shot, I forgot what I was aiming for. With every unachieved goal, I lost a part of myself.

Every broken dream is like a sharp needle pierced in my heart. Killing the hope a bit by bit. Slowly. Painfully. Until there was none left.

However, with time I started forgetting the number of needles pierced in my heart. Assuming it was the only way to suppress pain and continue living an unfamiliar life.

I may have forgotten who I was. Lying to myself that it doesn't hurt anymore. But a corner of my heart is still grieving. Weeping and mourning over my past self who couldn't find a future.

It does hurt. Maybe it shouldn't but it does. It does hurt to let go.

Well, I should look away from the mirror now and go back to being someone who is not me.