Forsaken.

I went to bed one night, hoping one day that things will be better for me. I never really woke up the next morning. Neither dead nor alive, maybe stuck in a limbo or just thrown into oblivion willingly. 
Nonetheless, when I was sort of awake I looked for you since you've had me with you. I gave you myself... But you were gone, gone with me.
I've looked for you everywhere but you were nowhere to be found. So I kept looking for myself in me, but nothing was there, I was with you. 
Long passed before I've found you, and when I did you were gone. Replaced with someone else, I do not know who this person is... And when I looked for myself in whatever is left of you, I found that I too was replaced. 
Who am I? Who are you? Nothing makes sense anymore. Nothing is the same. 
I've spent too long of time searching for myself in you when all along myself been within me. I've been oblivious to that fact. Maybe I didn't want to believe that one way or the other. 
Then I realized that I am nothing but myself, for the better or the worst I am me... There's no changing that. 
I wanted something you can't give, and I gave something you won't take... 

But after all, I never really woke up the next morning.