The poem is inspired by a character from my first novel Little Rebellion which you can get for free for a limited time only: Little Rebellion
This journal is a testament to my destruction.
In the quiet of the night I pray that the worst
parts of me don’t win.
I searched for something in everyone else
because I didn’t see my own worth.
And now I can no longer see myself.
This body is a shell that could break
if you just push it too hard.
But I’ve left it, I can’t feel what is done to it.
I wake up out of habit,
wondering why I make it each night
when every day is the same but
Somehow worse that the previous.
I live outside of the flesh and skin,
in a place where I am forced to see myself sink.
I stopped wondering how I got here.
What is left of me is floating up by the ceiling,
scared to come back to its dilapidated home.
I don’t exist anymore.
I am a ruin, a memory of what used to be a person,
an echo of a thousand screams.
I am what is left behind in absence of humanity.
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