I want to make something out of myself
Anything
Anything but this mess this wreck
This whisper, hidden in a world without a name
A girl
A hunger
A whisper of
Nothing
And anything
A whisper of everything in between
Never full
Never brimming
Never full
Wasting away,
Wilting
In a land without a heart
In a body without a mind
I fall
Sunken in the empty abyss
Of nothing
I slip under
A category
I fall under
Angry words branded on my wrist
That whisper
Nothing