my inner chaos

t h e y. d o n ' t.

I wait for them to see me,
but they don't.
I wait for them to hear my silence,
but they don't.
I wait for them to to do s o m e t h i n g ,
but they don't.

I'm drowning;

sinking deeper in self-hate,
letting it swallow me.

It invades me body, heart, mind.

It destroys my used-to-be
and my currently-me.

It promotes demons,
feeding fears to grow into
anxiety.

Creating this different person inside of me.

And I wonder. . . I doubt. . . .

was there even love to begin with
in me?