Damning Truth

It’s unfortunate to know that who I am and who I was, is lost and gone.

To not having found myself, it really is quite profound.

All I know is my heart of stone, convinced there's nothing more.

It lead me to the damning truth;

you can’t loose something that isn't real, that does not exist.

Who I thought I was, I myself;

I’m just a facade.

I’m nothing more than a patchwork of everyone I’ve ever loved.

All of whom, I wished so hard to not become.