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




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