Drowning

Wondering what I am, convincing myself I'm not crazy. Looking for the remainder of personality, looking to find the reason I am me. I don't know what I was before, I think that I have closed the doors. Trying to find what I've left behind, searching myself, purging myself for the truth that is mine. Why is this barrier still rising above me? Starting to get where I can't see. It's so dark in my soul, I'm smothering in it. Dragged down by opinions, I'm trying to stay away from the dark dominions. Always night, searching for light. Looking for the one who is right. But I'm drowning.