The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

I think I've lost my deep feelings.

Yes, I need inspiration,
Because I can't find where I came from,
I feel like I'm just a creation,
Yet another type of shape, another form.

That I am?
Who am I?
What am I?
Where am I?
When I was?
Whose what?
Whom?
Why am I?
What was I?
Made for what?
I'm here for?

I'm nobody,
I'm everything,
I am an inert body,
Inmortal, shaking.

And where I am,
When I dream about backrooms,
When I see shadows in sleep paralysis at 1am,
Who are they at that moment in those rooms?

And I'm the one when I'm where?
And who am I when I'm in the room?
And what am I when they look at me there?
Although it does zoom, not seen.

When did I go when I was there?
Where I was when there was I?
And who do I believe when what I see is not real, where I believe the sphere where I am?
But seriously, was I?

Ten seconds watching shadows watching me,
Five seconds of beeps,
Laughing in madness,
But actually I'm in depress, like black sheeps.

Calling the devil to enter me,
But I look religious sitting in class,
I should have taken the, Am I mentally ill?
I should have gone to the, I'm sick, it just occurred to me "ass" so I guess I am.

And what is it to be sober when you are not,
And to be drunk when you are not?

What am I turned into when I am reincarnated in a dream where I am not myself?

Because my feelings are getting lower,
I don't know if I'm coming out of depression,
Entering into a deeper,
Or simply losing the motivation to not be with you.

Only we know,
And you know it,
And I know,
That they don't...