Like sometimes I don’t even know who I am anymore, and I hurts to not know myself. To have lost myself in the run. In the look for something worthless and unattainable. It isn’t worth feeling this way. I just want to find myself again. I just want to be me again. But I feel displaced and unimportant, like I’m not here, like I’m dead inside. I want to feel human, like I did once.