never liked, never loved, never known
an unmarked grave and an empty funeral
what does everyone have that i don't?
what knowledge was born into everyone else's head but omitted from mine?
every new chapter the same old story
always reduced to the smallest i can be, always hollow at the centre of the tootsie pop
must i go through life begging for scraps and clinging onto what little i can get?
the end is the beginning is the end
and when it's over, who can say it ever existed at all?
never liked, never loved, never known
was i anything? am i anything? 
did i matter?
desperate acts for desperate results
just proving that i took up any space 
by leaving a void in my place

abby. that's me.