A gruesome fragrance of thoughts

Who am I ?

  sometimes I don't recognize myself, sometimes I don't want to recognize myself ,sometimes I try to be something ùore than myself, but who am i trying to be ?beyond the point of emptiness , that hallow space inside of me just can't be filled, not with all those shreds of fakes smiles and lonely nights, guilty pleasures and awful lies , it consumes me in small painfull bites, my silent screams echo like the wind on a cold morning, sending shivers through my thin silouhet , then I wonder is this who am I supposed to be ?a momentarily existence, a shadow that'll slip into the dark when no one is looking , to eventually become nothing but a forgotten memory in the world's infint graveyard of souls