hello?

am i here?

am i real?

tell me if you see me

or hear me calling

i don’t think i can feel my own breathing

chest rises and it falls

but i don’t register the movements

my skin feels cold

inside is hollow

and i’ve begun to imagine myself

the way others treat me—

as if i don’t exist.

it’s okay here

in this state

this empty room

empty head and empty heart.

it means nothing hurts inside

but i’m aching everywhere.

easier this way

if you don’t care

and i don’t wanna care

but i do

too much.

so if you don’t see me

i have to pretend

that i don’t either

and i fade away

till i can’t reach anymore

and there’s nothing to hold onto

i’m not here

i’m not real

i am a figment

of some far-away, long lost

memory.

imagination.

let’s start over...

can you imagine me?