I Never Understand Myself

Sometimes, I admire my obscure and complex brain.

Other times, I hate how it brings me this unbearable pain. 

Sometimes, I cry because I want to feel again.

Other times, it\'s because I don\'t want the sadness to end.
Sometimes, I reach out to people when I\'m low.

Other times, my emptiness is where I wallow.

Sometimes, I hurt myself to distract my mind.

Other times, it\'s the only comfort I find.

Sometimes, I sincerely want to die.

Other times, I know I\'m not ready to say goodbye.

Sometimes, I feel like I\'ve figured out who I am.

Most other times, I don\'t know who I am.