my words are gone.

my tears have left.

my soul is absent,

no longer screaming with such ferocity.

i have nothing left to say,

no one left to trust,

nothing left to love.

my heart is silent,

beating doggedly,

counting down.


i run on a loathsome autopilot.

inside me,

a child screamed, beat, sobbed.


i am dead now.

dead to the world,

dead to myself.

the only thing left to do

is leave,

quietly, with as little mess as possible.