Unmade

You are lost to the world. It no longer cares for you, no longer knows you. No longer does it watch your life, nor worry if it ends.

You are nothing.

The people no longer welcome you. They only wish you away. Away from themselves and their children. Away from the lives they have built.

You are alone.

You sit under the rain and wonder what it is you did that landed you here, at this place. You think back and look through all your decisions, your actions, and find the answers. You find the pain. But no matter how much it hurts, no matter how much you pray to the gods so they may end your suffering, there is nothing in your past you would change. No step reversed, no word unsaid.

You are true.