I reach the end
There's no signs here, no lights.
The poetry once in me went away,
There's no desire, no fulfillment.
I no longer stab my own heart
In order to feel something,
My heart breaks my knife
My heart turns into stone.
If someone knocks
I'm not here,
I'm the one who left.
My body is now a canvas of scars
Of stories left behind.
A thin silhouette marked by darkened lines.