I loved like an open wound left to rot,
bled myself empty,
but they drank and still called me nothing.
I reached out with trembling hands,
and they recoiled like I was filth.

I learned how to stay quiet,
how to shrink until I disappeared.
I watched them talk around me,
laugh past me,
exist as if I were never there.

I screamed into the hollow night,
my voice snapped in half,
but the world kept turning,
unbothered, untouched.

I tore myself open so they could see,
peeled my skin back,
let my ribs crack like dry branches.
They glanced inside,
saw the ruin,
and walked away.

I have become weightless,
a breath no one notices,
a ghost that never had a home.
A name that tastes like dust,
a memory no one ever made.

If I vanished tonight,
the world wouldn’t flinch.
The sky wouldn’t darken.
No hands would reach for me.
No eyes would search the empty streets.

And in the morning,
someone else would take my place.
And I would be nothing.
Nothing...