In the darkest corners of my mind I hear it. It's quiet, real quiet, barely above a whisper. But its words are crystal clear. I try to ignore the things it tells me, "You can make this go away", "You aren't anybody anymore"..If only it were so easy. I stopped being anybody long ago. My existence only able to be acknowledged by those who know me through the 1s and 0s I present to them. But who am I but a profile on your computer screen? Who am I but a message in your inbox? Who am I but a vent post on your recommended? Who am I but a blood stain on your walls? Demi doesn't exist in this moment..she doesn't exist in any moment..Who am I? Nobody. Not anymore.












