no one

It was a lie that could not be believed from the start. Had I given up on my life by inscribing the wrong name? Maybe it did. Maybe a part of me did. Maybe I had given up. The hand I so desperately sought was no one's hand. A futile attempt to protect myself. Maybe my inner voice really wants to hurt someone. I cannot do that, so I live in a dream. The heart that calmed me down, the heart that wished the world would perish, will surely disappear tomorrow. There is nothing to be gained by wasting time not loving. Nothing. Nothing. There is nothing. You will kill me in the end. Because you have nothing. All thoughts turn to dust in the end. Dust. Everything is dust. I am no one. I am no one.

I am no one, no one, no one.