I sit in the dark with the same question running through my mind…The same question I have been wondering for years without end…The thoughts fall silent when I am too busy or actually having fun for once in my life…But then again they only sleep until something calls on it to be questioned once more…I fear I will never receive an answer to this dark identity…People keep saying some questions are not meant to be answered…This question I have searched for years to find is one you should know…The truth and discovery of the dark identity within me still haunts me in my dreams and while I wake…The question needing an answer more than anything I care to understand…The question echoes throughout eternity with no reply to my screams to find it…A cursed life not knowing this question…just living on impulse because you know nothing more to do…Such a cursed thing to try to adapt to your surroundings because you cannot answer this simple question…Though seeming it would be simple and common knowledge…the question still lay unanswered…I can feel my heart breaking because I hate what I am doing to myself…I can feel my world falling to a dark identity I once possessed…I can feel my breathing becoming sharp in my chest as I begin to panic from the unheard reply…I can feel my pulse throb and heighten as I begin to loose control…I can feel my self control slipping away to where I can no longer hold on…I can feel my strength leaving me because the way I have become and reacted to this world…I can feel my bones shattering to the falsehood of who people see me as…I can no longer feel…I can no longer breath…I can no longer feel my heart beating…I can no longer feel my throbbing pulse…I can no longer move, my strength left me…I can no longer keep myself under control…I can no longer see the light, only dark…The question sounds in my mind again as I begin to cry and scream in agony of the truth…Who am I? The question sounds once more in the darkness and I can no longer feel if I exist or am no longer among the living.