I'm feeling like a hole in the wall
empty but patchable
ripped yet repairable
dead.

There's so much to a name
-would a rose by any other smell as sweet?-
but lately I wonder
about mine.

What does it mean?
And more importantly,
who is she?

I swear, I am more myself yesterday than today's current phase, but I cant remember yesterday to be able to tell myself how to feel alive again.
I don't feel dead.
I just don't feel me.

But who even
am I?

*Hello, I'm Nobody. Who are you?