I don’t know who I am anymore.
I don’t know who I am anymore.
I don’t know who I am anymore.
Perhaps I never knew.
I know I’m alive when we are together
but when I’m alone that’s not true.
I’m struggling and flailing
just learning to breathe
searching for clues and for answers.
The truth is I’ve died now
(so many times now)
Perhaps all that’s left are the ashes.
I’m strong and I’m brave
(at least that’s what friends say)
I exist so perhaps they are right.
But the pain that I feel
as I struggle to heal
overwhelms me until I must write.
The nightmares are cursed
but the visions are worse
because comforting lies can still soothe me.
And I fear I won’t ask..
How long can dreams last?
One day my dreams might consume me.
But I don’t want to leave
so I struggle to breathe
and I reach out to family and friends.
I try to learn skills
but the timing still kills
and I know that everything ends.
Written by Jason Wright
July 19, 2013
