Who am I?

Why am I here?

What am I doing?


Where is my mind.

Where am I?

What’s the point?


Am I good enough?

Does anyone care?

Will I be missed?


Will I be successful?

Is this the right decision?

Why are they staring at me?!


Is it my fault?

Did I cause this?

Why did I do that?


Is this how things go?

Is this what my life is?

Is this all I have left?


Is anyone here for me?

What can I do?

Where is my savior.


I’m lost in a maelstrom.

My thoughts interrogate me.

My doubts envelop me.

My future is hidden from me.

My mind curses back at me.

I see no hope.

I see no joy.

No joy at all.

Where is my mind?

I ask myself.


And again.

When will I know?

When do I stay?

When do I go?

Indeed, where do I go.

My mind inquires.

I reply.

I don’t know.

That’s the point.

That’s all.

I only hope.

I only hope.

I do.

I am Timi