Cleanse

I'm burning up inside

surely this is what you do when you enter hell

and that appears to be where I am

and that is because of me, and you, and us

and the things we do.

Did, though.

Because that is past

although I wish it wouldn't last

as part of memory

my history.

I detest the fact I am just a number

on a list that you have lost the strength to remember.

I detest you

in all honesty.

I detest you

for changing me

for breaking my morals, personality, humanity down

into digestible pieces

for your own pleasure.

And killing me with your mind games

emotional, caring names

false gestures.

Because you never cared, never

I am just a number

that is all I remember.

With love, Beau xx