Theres always been a voice
it can come as a low rumble
or high like a bird on a spring morning
the warmth of a hug from a friend
a cold wind of an enemy’s call
A voice, a calling, or God
I lost sight, grew doubts
of what my voice claimed to be
it’s a scary thing to be in the dark
from me, myself, my mind
How do you proceed?
How do you sit down and talk to
me, i mean you, no…me.
Play a game of who blinks first
me or the mirror, which is you
I’ve lost the ability to hear
everything going dull, bleak
words have lost their melody
the flow, the connection, the meaning
i’m a child wandering the lines of my sentences
Nothing familiar or remotely sane
complaining about losing my imaginary friend
even if that friend is me in the end
its who i trust or has always been
so, hey, whats my problem then?
An Everyday Girl's Outlet 
Maybe the problem was you being unable to find yourself back..
P.S I hope you’ve already found yourself rn :)
haha, Yes you could be right :) I think I am definitely in a better place now :) Thanks for wondering :)
That’s great! You’re welcome :)