I'm falling apart...

Who am I if I have already lost grip of the things that make me?

Who am I when the things around me fall apart?

Who am I?

WHO AM I?!

I don't know.

The things I hold dear slip through my grip.

The things that form my identity slowly distance themselves away from me.

God, if You're hearing this,

Please, remove these burdens away.

I cannot bear the weight on my shoulders.

Please, let me be.

Please, let me return.