I am Not.

I do not exist.

 

I'm not here.

 

I'm less than a self, invisible at best.

 

So don't notice me.

 

Don't pretend.

 

We both know I'm not really here anyway.

 

And I'd do better without a simple acknowledgment to inflate my ego.

 

I thought I was here yesterday. A month ago. In August.

 

But that hope for purpose was a quickly extinguished delusion of grandeur.

 

So don't pretend I'm here.

 

I'm really not.

 

Not here.

 

Not hoping and praying for anything. I promise.

 

I swear. I do not think about you every second of the day.

 

And most importantly, it does not nearly bring me tears to think of how I've ruined this.

 

Reviews

[Rachel DeHart]

this is probably one of my favorite things you have ever written...

I love the last couple of lines
"Not hoping and praying for anything. I promise.

I swear. I do not think about you every second of the day.

And most importantly, it does not nearly bring me tears to think of how I've ruined this."