I had set out on an adventure that day.
I searched and searched.
You'd think it would be easy.
But it's not.
I've looked everywhere but I haven't found
anything.
I don't know who I am.
It's crazy isn't it?
I don't know my past.
I don't know my future.
I don't understand.
How can someone live their lives not knowing who
they are?
Go on ahead, ask me.
You can't.
That's my answer.
You can't live not knowing who you are.
I can't take it anymore.
Not knowing my past.
What happened to me before I woke up.
Not knowing who I can be in my future.
If I even have a future.
Am I alive?
Or am I dead?
What am I?
I lived centuries ago...
How can I be here?
Am I supposed to be dead?
Why am I here?
Was I brought back to finish a deed?
A deed that I failed to accomplish?
I don't think I can survive much longer not knowing.
I don't understand.
Why do I have an empty memory?
Or are all of my memories locked away?
Locked away in my mind.
What do I do to unleash them?
Do I keep searching?
Can I keep searching?
What if I do find my past?
Will I be able to handle it?
But I can't live without knowing.
No one can.
I don't know who I am.
I don't know where to look.
I don't know what to do.
Do I look for my past?
Or do I let my mind disintegrate from my worries?
I set out on an adventure today...
To look for my past...
Even if it kills me...
(A/N: this is MY poem that I made up... so dont steal it... if you do ill figure out where you live, and ill hunt you down! lol... maybe i wont do that, but its mean to steal ppls work. if you do ill cry!)
