I was inked
pasted on a yellowing page
including just me
and who i was going to be
until now

I have nothing left
no breath on my lips
no heartbeat in my veins
no scars on my chest
no pain 
no memories
no dreams
no voice
no future
no past
nothing to hold on to
no one to leave 
no life to live
no reason to any of it
nothing can be taken from me
nothing will be given
everything that was me has been unravelled
tied into a bundle
and discarded
I'm not needed 
so i let go of the paper
the keys speak of me no more
and i don't even know how this can be 
because i am non existent
and i have no nothing
and i should be gone
so i will just go

if the author remembers me, tell them 
i was the most exceptional being they'd ever created
and please can they imagine me back