122nd Post

Who am i ?

What am i looking for in life?

These 2 questions.
Constantly torment me.

And as a result.
I am suffering from a constant anguish.

In silence.
In pain.

No matter how much blood flows.
How many veins and arteries i cut open.

The question remains.

The answers.
Remains hidden in the foggy shadows.

Dreams.
What do they mean?
Are they trying to tell me something?

To piece together.
The missing parts of me?

Again i fail to seek refuge in the night.
Or amongst the shadows.

I hate myself.
I hate this life.

I wish i can start living all over again.