I just forgot who I was

I must not have been important because current situation is

Unwelcoming I must be a vampire because I don't see my reflection

That would explain all this blood.

They are all
Accessories to murder

Starving

Hungry

Picky

Words the unspoken use to protect their bad habits

Sick tired used

Maybe I'm a statue I feel like I'm always watching. Maybe I'm a cellphone used and loved but thrown away when too old.

It’s like I'm not even here. Like if I disappeared no one would notice.

It’s okay because when I'm gone my presence will be known
Right now I'm the static between two channels

Life and death