The person I hate the most...

Dark is my world, where I sit and stare,

Layers of mourning clothes I wear,

covers my grief, that no one can see,

The sadness that drapes all over me.

A minute - trickles a long, empty day,

This day -  that will never end.

Patterns that crawl, all over the wall,

form shadows, that slowly bend.

I breathe, I sigh, I cannot cry,

My body will not obey.

I'm closed, I'm shut, I have to cut

My flesh ... Ashen's to grey.

I creep around, not making a sound,

A half-dead, papery ghost.

No one to see, no one sees me ...

The person I hate the most.

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(Trigger warning)