It’s always easy to find a million reasons to die
yet I cannot find 10 reasons to live.
My life chocks and suffocates me.
My mind doesn’t feel like my own.
I have lost my identity for years now.
It’s not like I do not understand what I face,
I just seem to be a different character depending on how the day or night goes.
I kill my past self before the moon rises,
Trying to forget the worst of what the day offered.
How do I only remember the bad ill things that happened today?
I am sure someone smiled at me;
or the said that the loved my smile or something.
But my mind cannot make me remember those good moments.
It sucks being me, right?