Kills me...

I must have changed.

I might have gotten bad, very bad.

Probably, might have become worst of a person.

But who am I? What I really wanted of life? What and why things are the way they are? I am clueless. I will go insane. I don't know what am I doing and what I will be doing.

I never understand things and I bet I'll never understand anything at all.

I wear something one moment and after a while, I don't understand why I wore that. I just don't understand what’s happening and what is bound to happen. Everything seems like a mystery. I feel like solving it one at a time. But damn the more I indulge with it the more I feel sad. 

It kills me. It kills me. It kills me. It kills me. It kills me.

Someone knocks at the door of my mind. They say things, they blurt words and they do things. And I tend to follow them unknowingly. Finally, I don't understand what it is with me. My mind cease to work and I die again.

One day a part of me dies...I can't help...but to let it to die. I can't help but to look at my death.