untitled grief

I remember now
Yet I’m still lost.
I grieve.
I weep for the life I forgot
And will never remember
The life that was mine,
That was someone else’s.
Stolen.
I hate myself for swallowing the lies,
For selling my soul,,
For drowning in pain,
In shame
That wasn’t even mine.
What could have been?
What could I have been?
I’ll never know.
Grieving a past that never was
And never will be known.