am i the same person i was born as i grow closer to the person i am at to be at death

did every drunken moment

every drug induced psychosis

every lie whispered in hope it would come true

every prayer uttered to the void

do these scars on the soul change the fundamental shape of the man i have faded into

every tear shed changing the chemical compostition, the crystalline structure, unravel the double helix slightly and season the mess left behind

who am i now

a mess shaped into the hollow man sized stain spitting his truth into the aether

i bit my lip trying to stop from calling into the emptiness for help that will never come

it doesn’t matter

nothing does

there is small comfort there