Who am I?

This poem is about when i felt lost in this world and i felt like i was never going to find myself.

Who am I?

Thoughts of who I am keep racing through my head, am I laying on my death bed, or am i already dead?

Watch me walk with pitty as I'm suffocated and devoured by this city.

Isn't it a shame when hope is washed away, and all you see is pain in this modern day and age?

Author's Note

This poem is not written in any specific way. Simply expression.