I've never thought about myself until I lost what was important to me. I questioned the world, unaware of what is happening. I despised life for not giving me the answer I need. My path leads to nowhere but I know I have to continue walking. And somewhere along the way, I've lost myself completely. I tried calling out to myself, but I never heard even a single word. I tried looking for myself everywhere yet I'm inexistent in my own world. I have no reason to continue yet I kept moving. The moment I lost hope, I started running. Losing awareness of what's important to me along the way. Losing my reason, not caring for what I came to be. I stopped hoping for a better tomorrow until you came crashing onto me.