1 Awareness

I am noone. Nothing
I am but a waste of space.
Mere nothing of weight and or measure.
I am Mr Nobody.
But not short of an echo,
I reverb as no deity of stranger.
I am but a mirror of dreams good and all souls innocent.
Fear not any action,
For i am what all fear.
Being nothing!
For I am deaths worst enemy,
A life not worth living.
For even death has no fun in gaming me.
For its not too take a thing,
It passes like chill to a homeless.
It breathes by me awaiting for the next seasons turn.
For there are four seasons to love,
And into all i have no life.
To see anything but,
Is just a dream chase to be ensued.
I leave not no legacy,
‘cept ill natured ware.
For when i ruined her,
I truly despaired and ruined.
But truly see,
That her somebody could not near body with Mr. Nobody.
For in her worth, she was black.
For in its worth, he was red.
Neither blend like autumn color….
For they are for one another,
But foe in color scheme.

See me, always seeing you.
For i am nothing. I am noone.
Cause all i am, is you.
And in my death,
For i will make,
Me someone from my nothing.
For you will see,
I have name not.
Til that certificates date.

Tread forward dear child,
Be sad never not.
For know i carry the burden of failure,
$€ you never should.

Stare me not down in vanity vein,
For although mirror i am,
You are you not.
My love will always be real,
As you slowly forward reel.
Because i am not nothing,
If you bring me forward as something.

These are my revelations, unedited, raw, true, and dread.
As i mistify reason for living….when all i want is love undead.
My heart aches….
As the season comes to show.
That the coldest of reason, .
Is my story will shamefully never be told.
So i share these emotions as to be sewd into the unknown.
I am nothing.
I am noone.
But in tie,
I am you.

I miss you.
I love you.
But its time for me to go.
Just know as i write this i cry,
Because i know that i am a piece of shit show.
But im honest. I promise.
For the lack of it captured and stole my life whole.

So you see i can make this promise.
That i cant hurt you or noone again.

Because noone cant touch you.
When your dead.
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11:02 pm unedited. And unread. All i have to offer you. Is my pain.
My lack of control.
For ive accepted. That im noone. And will become nothing.
For that i am sorry