I knoweth not who is't i am 'r what i wanteth to beest.
I feeleth numb, and t hurts because i wanteth to beest joyous.
I hath lost motivation and passion.
i satteth in the showeth'r and did scream at a mure the present day.
Life doest seemeth so vapid.
Doth we not just breath only to cease and beest f'rgotten?
is't truly w'rth the decades of agony just to beest oblit'rat'd from mem'ry?