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Everything I’ve ever done is wrong,

And I want to erase myself, but I know not how,

Or why I cannot undo everything I’ve ever done.

Such stitches cannot be loosened,

These memories will never be removed.

Nor will I, I’ll just disintegrate,

Until a day when I will eventually die.



Why can I not see a face,

That does not stare at me with sickened eyes?

Why can I not shed this face,

And replace its weakness with something new?



I ask no questions as I know no answers,

And I know no point at all.

I continue to lie here, I continue to crawl.

From one space to another, with this,

All this hanging and festering.

Inside my supposed body, with these my eyes,

The ones that are empty, the ones that cannot cry.