Who am I?

i believe there was a point where i forgot who i was,
i dont know when or how, but i did;
i don’t know what my favourite colour is.
i dont know what my favourite food is.
i don’t know who my friends are.
i don’t know what i find fun or entertaining anymore.
i don’t know what i want to look like but it’s not this.
i don’t know what i want to be when i grow up.
i don’t know what im good at.
i don’t know why i feel like this.
i don’t know why i always panic.
i don’t know what i did to deserve this.

i don’t know who i used to be.
i don’t know who i am now.
i don’t know who i’ll be in the future.

the only thing i can tell you is that i hate being alive.
i don’t know anything else.

-Anonymous