Dear emotions and society

Two

Most people don't know my name and if they do, they usually say it wrong.

But do they care?

No.

I'm just the person you come to if you weren't paying attention in class.

Or the person you need to copy from.

I am unknown.

Yes, you can call me that.

It no longer matters what my true name was.

I am unknown.

I change constantly, so just call me unknown.

I have been taken over by Depression.

I am unknown.

Because I have changed, I can no longer be called who I once was.

I am now unknown. It's nice to meet you.

Lost and found all over again.

Saved and drowned.

I can't breathe, my body won't move.

Soon, I will just be remembered as "Unknown."

A torn and battered body in the beautiful atlantic ocean.

Red staining the blue and green hues of the water.

By the time they find me, I will nearly be a skeleton.

Flesh still slightly hanging off my body.

"Death by blood loss or drowning?"

"Name: Unknown. Age: Unknown. Gender:Unknown."

My name was Unknown, it was nice to meet you.

I must go now, for the darkness is fading without me.