Where is 'me'?

Another tomorrow had arrived. I am still up at 2 in the morning. The cold wind messed my hair. It is cold outside but warm in the inside. My heart is cracking for no reason. Maybe there is, but I don’t want to know. I feel that I am disappearing. Where is the real me? Hidden? Dead? Or this is the real me? I admit that scars are painful… to the inside but not the outside. (If you know what I mean… ) I wonder if anyone had ever saw my hidden wounded heart or hear my deep sad heartbeats… I can only tell the darkness but not the dawn, the sadness of the fate of life but not the happiness. Can I stand until the day death claims me? Or will I be lying on the floor, empty when that day arrives?