Confusion

I drink another cup of my blood tonight

Wondering if it's worth it

This could be my last cup

My last breath

My last moment of life

Or,

I would continue drinking

The blood that helps me survive

Seems like such an easy choice?

It used to be,

But times have changed

They've changed me too

Into this- this girl

Who has no name

I can't remember

Who she is; or was

I suppose my past life

Would tell you of my identity

But I hid my past

Therefore, it's quiet

And can speak no truths

Where does this leave me?

Confused? Hidden? Broken?

Can the past I've worked

So very hard to hide

Be my only saving grace?

I would tell you

Stories of that girl

But I can't trust a living soul

And the dead are no help at all.