Empty
I'm doing nothing
I don't have a hold on my life
There is no feeling
In my body
My mind
Everything is meaningless

Insignificant

Insignificance

Ghosts haunt this wreckage
That I call my home
My flesh and bones

My blood is bleeding black
Clammy, pastel violet skin
No smile on her face
A corpse
walking the earth

What is her worth?
She asks herself
everyday
No reply
Except from the voices
in her head
Convincing her
Death is the only salvation
she seeks