I light candles and feel myself evaporate.You can't see me now because I've gone inside. My family doesn't care anymore. My friends don't call anymore.
You can't hurt me anymore.
They can't hurt me anymore.
Only I can.
And that's okay.
Because I don't need them anymore.
I can live off of me.
I speak to me. I dance with me. I know me. I loathe me. I hold me. I devour my soul one day at a time, it nourishes this never-ending ache.
When they find me, I'll have a little smile on my face and they'll wrap me in a white cloth and lay me in the ground and say they don't understand. But I do. I DO.