I feel as though I am an outsider,
looking at myself and wondering
who I really am.
Do we ever really know who we are?
I used to know..
I used to know exactly what I wanted,
and had an idea of who I was,
at least I thought I did..
Now I find myself searching
my mind, heart, and soul
for answers I'll never find.
Sometimes I feel so empty,
like I give so much of myself to others
that I'm just used up.
I wish I were numb...
numb so I wouldn't have to deal with the pain anymore.
I wouldn't have to feel anything at all.
Yet what would the point of living be then?
I don't have a reason to exist anymore..
I'm almost to the point of no return.
When will I find happiness?
It seems as though happiness
leaves me almost as fast as I find it.
Just when I think I've found what I need
to move on everything falls apart.
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