Will never be the same

Is it turn of fate or was is destined to be,
whatever the case, i am no longer me.

The facts surmised were vague and faux-ed,
made me concieve my behaviour was vexed.

The me has departed with the past,
or at least trying to die soon and fast.

The time shall witness return of I,
the only fear is that sedative eye.

The angel says 'me' is afraid to accept,
Me hangs on and on for any hope left.