I don't know....

 
I don't know
Not because I don't think but bcuz I feel
A feeling has more strength than a word can possess
But constantly feeling has brought my life more stress and less happiness.
The place u call home, I call prison.
A place in solitary ,an empty prism of pain, lost hope, and independence.
Yes indeed, this seems bad but I don't know.
Not because I can't think, but I won't.
Because if u don't think then u don't feel .
It doesn't register.
So ur lost, I always am.
It doesn't matter I'll find a way bcuz I can.
Who am I?
Again I don't know.
My name doesn't define me, the way I talk, think or dress doesn't either.
So tell me , do u know, who am I .
I don't would be your answer.
Not bcuz ur dull or empty but bcuz u can't define me either.
It's not ur place to try to change me nd the pace of my life.
It's not ur choice to decide whether I love or die.
I am not u , u r not me, we are not each other.
Pray tell my friend, why us, why me.
There's a purpose for everything right, so why do I feel empty.
Lik a hollow victory.
It's there but u can't feel it.
Bcuz of all my pain and hollow victories I've lost all feeling just please forgive me
I've lost my will to care
U could understand but ur not me .
They ask u what's wrong with her.
Nothing u just don't see
U don't know how it feels to not know urself or y they choose u, why are you the pray.
So u block everything out hoping to live another day.
Why is ur life lik this, one of the many questions they ask
My answer to each and everything one of them is an apology and three simple words.
I'm sorry, but I don't know