This is me...now

Feelings changed, completely renewed, i cannot move without looking at the person that made me change it all. The person who gave me a splash of reality, the wisdom to make my reality come true, the closure to stop feeling, the great sense of having fun, the authenticy of giving a crap what people think about me, the reason for leaving, the thought of crazzines, the art of spoiling my imagination. This person gave me the best abstract gifts a human being can possess, yet i sit alone and wonder how can one person amerit all these things, and still accomplish true happiness. I have yet to conquer if true happiness exist, maybe brief moments, but not complete. Thinking as it may, being it all as it is, i sit alone and wonder how its best to consider me dead as well, as the windows blackened, is it better to consider me souless and heartbroken?