Staring Back

March 18, 2017

6:58am - at the end of a long graveyard shift.

Every week is the same.
Every single week is the same.
Five days a week I hate my name.

I hate my life and
What I've become.
I can't stand the mirror anymore. There's no life left
Behind those eyes that once
Saw beauty in all things.

There's only fear, hunger and pain.
I'm living a hollow version
Of what most people would call
An
Empty
Existence.

I'm spiraling out of control,
Darker and deeper
With every turn,
Every loss,
Every failure.

I'm not who I once was.
I'm cold
I'm tired
I'm hungry
I'm empty
It seems the only thing I'm not....
Is me.