The speaker of this untitled poem wants to shrink until almost nothing is left. The opening line sets emptiness of body and self side by side, and the imagery that follows suggests an eating disorder and self-harm: the "marks on my skin," the "scars," the numbers that should "go down" until there is "a zero." Judging by these details, the speaker measures their worth in weight and in how much of themselves they can erase.
Yet the poem is not only about despair. There is a wish to be "remade," and a strange, painful request: the speaker wants someone to confront them about their lies and tell them they're ruining their life. The final line, though, admits that even this honesty might not stop them from going on. The mood is raw, tired and quietly desperate. It sounds like someone who is trapped in a pattern, half hoping to be caught and half expecting to carry on anyway.