I am?

Just how I felt for a long time, and still do from time to time...lost, wondering who I am

I am feeling like a lost,

Like a lonely lonely lost.

I am hoping for a truth,

An easy, clear, and shattering truth.

I am told I want a chair,

But when I look there’s nothing there.

My mind is just not me,

I know there’s more but I can’t see.

I want to open up the door,

Release all this and numb no more.

Let it flow till I run dry,

Is all I need to do to cry?