Literature
Hear Me
I stare into the void within,
Seething.
Say my F*cking name!
I scream.
She’s not dead yet!
Give her back,
Her creativity,
Her drive,
Her essence.
ALL OF IT.
Even the memories that used to destroy her.
I need them.
I want to be whole.
I want to FEEL.
I don’t want to give up who I’ve become.
So SAY MY NAME.
Don’t throw me away.
Don’t let her die.
Don’t let us become nothing.
PLEASE!
We need this.
NEED to be acknowledged.
Can’t you do this little thing?
I KNOW I’m real,
So why does everyone deny my existence?