losing myself

where am i?
where have i gone?

who am i?

what do i like?

behind these eyes, this shell, who is there? is anyone there?

what gives her life?

does anything, nowadays?

why does she live?

is there any meaning to her doing?

any joy, any hope, any anger, any sadness?

--

i feel like

i've been

erasing

myself

until i've 

become

just a

shell 

of 

my

self