Void

I wish I could keep my room tidy That way you'd think of me not simply rotting When you come for my things. You'll never know, though, How much time I spent gazing into the dark With not a single thought. Midnight light not illuminating the limbo of my room. My prison and my paradise No senses other than hearing the faint cacophony of crickets outdoors. I didn't know if I had hands A body. Maybe I don't want to. Maybe I never did. And in the emptiness of here Please think of me Kindly But forget me soon after. And use my name when you grieve me Not the one chained to legality But the one that's mine I'll miss everything, I always have But I won't be sorry