I don’t really know what I’m feeling.
I keep searching for the right words to say,
the right look to match my mood,
the right posture.

It feels to me like I’m dying.
Parts of me disappear as time goes by.
Piece by piece my soul is falling apart.

All these parts of me that I wanted to give you,
I’m not sure they even exist, or if they ever did.
The devouring of my soul has also erased the memories,
everything is kind of a blur.

I packed up some of my body parts
for you to remember me by.
Since I no longer know what or who I am,
I would love it if you could remind me.
My heart, my spleen, my kidneys.
I give them all to you.

The body parts are simply because
the parts of my soul is nowhere to be found.

I know now for sure that I’m dying,
maybe not in the sense of my heart stop beating,
but in the sense that I no longer feel,
that I don’t remember what I used to be,
what I used to love and hate,
or if I ever loved at all.