What’s worse than committing a crime?
     acting as if it never happened
          wanting more
               realizing that your conscience is numb and
                   then smiling afterwards

How did I change and why? I see myself and realize that I don’t see me at all.

That who used to be is screaming somewhere, deep inside,
   locked up, 
      freed,
         scared,  
            lost.

Help me save a morsel of who I was. I liked me better then.

Get angry at me, for me. I can’t seem to find the rage I used to have.

Has my passion died as well?

Yes, this is my crime.