it's in my head.
when i look inside, it's too dark to see.
but i know it's in there, moving.
breathing.
...
i'm waiting for it to die.
as long as i've been alive, i've been waiting.
i don't know how old it is.
but it knows about me.
it knows how everything went wrong.
it wants to live.
and it's waiting for my body
once i'm dead.
once i'm used up.
once i'm empty again.
...
it had a name.
but it isn't my name, and it isn't me.
i don't want it.
stop twitching.
stop screaming.
just
stop
already.