I am nothing. I am no one. I’ve gone through so many enormous transformations in my life. I cannot define my past anymore. I cannot define myself anymore. I am nothing. I’ve nothing now. Family… all disowned, except father. I’ve no one else. Not a single person. My story will go untold because there are no words to tell it anymore. The chaos has grown too large. Words cannot measure anything anymore.
Grew up very unloved, very neglected, and very abused. The cycle only repeats. Abuse everywhere I turn. Uncaring eyes everywhere I look. I’ve nothing. I’ve no one to help me through my madness, no one to sit by my side and at the very least say it’s gonna be alright. Ingenuine words fall on starved ears. Empty words everyone speaks. Nobody truly cares. I feel the black hole of many years pulling me in even deeper, where lie my demons, the only ones who truly speak to me. The humans don’t know how to speak; they only prattle.
My name has changed. My identity shifts. My madness rolls back in, along with the demons who’ve always been there. They are stronger now… kinder. And I listen to them more than any human. Soon I won’t be here anymore. They’ll take me… and to Death I will go, the decadent land where they themselves dwell. For now, I am shifting… I am changing… I am nameless. I am unknown existence. I am nothing and no one. My skin’s been shed once again. . .