"Miserable"

That's what you called me,

As a nickname.

But you knew me better than I knew myself.

The emptiness,

My eyes blind but seeing,

My heart crying but leaving no tears,

A frown upon my face, smiles not there.

You could see what I was to become,

You knew me better than I knew myself.

I was alive,

In body but not in spirit,

So I took my blade and cut that away too.

I watched days, weeks, months go by,

My life hurting,

Your life smiling, laughing, living each day that you could.

I watched like a doll,

All seeing, all knowing,

Yet empty…

You knew me better than I knew myself.

"Miserable", that's what you called me,

A nickname.

But you were right and now

I'm trapped, only myself to blame.

My nickname is now my life,

Miserable…