Searching

Have you found yourself? What if you're swimming in the light forever, drowning in the current of confusion, sinking in the frost of frustration forever? Until it exists no more. Without finding yourself. Without finding people who are your routes out of depression. You're continuously searching. Finding your beats and your thuds, failing again and again and again. Struggling to find yourself. Failing to surround your lost soul with friendly saviours who drag you back to the path with their definite fingers. You don't have any of those? Welcome to my world. We are always searching for people to understand
To see you
To first find themselves
And finally find you again.
But we know there aren't any such people out there. We are alone. You are alone in this deep dark world filled with crushing roots that are wrapped around your legs pulling you down to the deeper ends where you're lost until you don't recognise yourself. Where the bullies wrap their cords around your neck moulding you with their sense of what you should be. It's called life. And no one understands you here.
So I ask again. Can people help you find yourself? Or are you simply swimming in a sweltering pot of unrecognition, loneliness and denial.