In a room

-Everything grows dark like cataracts
the fading of the world like fog
everyone disappears and nothing’s left
but me, I remain, I am still here
I am always here and when I find this out
there is no greater devastation
it feels like crumbling
tears falling with no one left
to see that I too feel, I am not
as was thought simply the sum of my words
there was more to me
there was, more to some part of me
now gone with the multitudes
now empty and hollow and vacant
the self
the me that remains
now, I realize without you, everyone
I am nothing
and there, that’s the fucked up part
as with you here I was nothing
but it matters more now
now that everything is empty
as it was empty even when it was not
when you called it this or that
the lot of you
every fucking face that smiled
every eye that glimmered
perhaps then thinking that everything
would be fine
when nothing is left we discover
that everything was shit
every time you wanted to strangle someone
you should have
that was the only time.