I am sitting in the corner of my bathroom.
Cursing the man I am.
I am huddled next to a heater and yet
I can still feel the ice trickling through
I am absent.
I am a ghost.
I am nothing; nobody worth knowing.
I hate that I know myself.
I hate that I cannot find a decent place to hide.
I hate how people know too much about me and who I am.
I’m burning up-absolutely freezing too.
I want to die.
But oh hell I’m not lucky enough for that.