WHO AM I

I don't know who I am, which one am I, Doctor?

The boy who lost his mother? Or the one who killed his sister? Who am I? The man who is tired, exhausted, withdrew his hand from everything, like the man in his eighties at times?
Or the young man who killed himself with a gun to his temple in front of his father?
Who am I? Which one am I now? I feel something.. I feel things that are mixed up, not devoid of emotion, but emotions are not like memories, my memories are not as clean as my feelings, doctor. We're all sure of that, everyone in me agrees with me.. If your heart is dirty, your mind is polluted day after day by the blood it pumps, and the cleanest part of my mind is the darkest part of the black.. He looked at the clock on the wall, it was about to be four. Thought or so I think.