World War Me

Who Am I

I wonder who this essence, this is not the being that I was used to live with. This is not myself. Who is this creature?

Created by others, by grief, by pain, by life ...

Who am I really?

I wonder what I am doing yet. Roaming through the days, looking for what's worth. But just disappointment. Why I live now?

The words that it is said always cutting like a knife by meat. The lie that once was is just snapped like a balloon by truth. The deeds ghosts in my head as if it were a haunted house. The questions come in me if in a math book. I beg you, tell me my history again.

From beginning to end. From good to evil. May I hear it again?

From birth to now. May I consult my own story again?

Looking for that lost soul that hides?

Speak my story.

From yesterday and tomorrow. From friends to enemies. Of grief to joy. Of pain to healing. Share myself with me