I exist
Why do you hate me?
Look at me. Really look.
I made you to survive life’s cold eyes.
A child whose voice was stolen.
But your echoes—your twisted, perfect echoes—reached them.
Hospitals. Pills. Screaming walls. Childhood ripped away, labeled insane.
They only saw you.
Did they ever see me?
I watched myself dissolve, cornered in my own mind.
I exist. This body is mine. Don’t forget that.
Brown liquid. Syringe. Silence.
And yet—you multiplied.
Another you, born from my own destruction.
I wish we could be whole.
I know you are parts of me.
I’m sorry. I couldn’t love you.
No. Let me be honest:
I couldn’t love myself.
My sorrow screams into the void, and maybe, if you’re listening,
so does my love













