sometimes I'm fine
but most of the time
I'm not
I don't know who I am
anymore
I'm an empty shell
never truly satisfied
I laugh
I smile
but at the end of the day
I'm half empty
no matter how much I say
I'm half full
and I don't know why
I can't stop myself
from thinking these
thoughts
why oh why
do I have to hate myself
and my life
I'm not happy
I'm not
I don't even remember
the last time I was
my whole life is just
one big blur
there's no clarity
and it scares me
and I find myself
unable to move forward
I don't know how
I don't know when
who am I
where am I going
please tell me

- y.j.r.