Who am I Really?
-I don't know.
I think the unthinkable.
I see the invisible.
I hear the silence of the silence.
and I feel... Nothing.
Who am I really?
Am I the person who screams for help when danger is near?
Or am I the person who just loses hope and gives up as danger comes?
For every step I take the confusion in my head increases and the numbness in my heart as well.
Because the light in my eyes are fading.
Because the sounds in my ears are going quieter and quieter.
Because instead of saying words I mumble them.
Because I don’t do anything for a change anymore, I just let my head imagine.
And for every tale I make up another tear falls down my eye.
And little by little I start tasting the saltiness of my pain.
My thoughts are tangled. And my feelings aren’t clear.
I stare at my door every morning but everyday morning I see it farther and farther away.
As if my room was a chamber getting bigger and farther away from freedom.
Who am I really?
If I have chains binding my every sin to my life.
If I have lied to cover up my past.
If I feel as if in the ground there was quick sand and I’m just going in deeper and deeper.
If Christmas isn’t as exciting as when I was a little kid.
If the only reason I open my eyes every painful morning is because I don’t want to see the love of my life die.
If every time I get a fucken headache I get it more painful and excruciating.
If every time I look at myself in the mirror I don’t recognize myself.
If every night as I lay I don’t pray but I regret.
What does that make me?
Who am I?
Why am I like this?
When did I become like this?
How did I become like this?
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