Ringed out with blood and stretch marks.

Wrinkles written in between the crevices of my eyes.

They sting and burn. Fighting, fighting, and falling.

I kept falling. I failed.

Sores cover my body, in more way than seen.

I bleed.


Smack! The beats of my heart started to slow down.

I moan, groan, and still stick around.

Why doesn’t the pain just end?

How do I begin again?

Shouldn’t I just end it all?

With my shadow, my shadow,

My limped shadow, hanging in my closet hall.


No energy to move. No energy to think.

Someone feed me, or bring me something to drink.

Who am I now? Am I property?

Or am I nobody.

It doesn’t matter, because I don’t matter.

It’s hard to face, but I believe I never have ever…

Been loved.

I feel c-c-cold…f-f-fainting…

I’m tired.

I think,

I’ll… just sleep.




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