Erased

I'm in the process of being erased. Eliminated. Rid of. Killed. Murdered. I can see my existence evaporating. Object by object. Thought by Thought. Day by day.

Although it is in someone else's mind and life, I can feel it on my own body. Bit by bit. Cell by cell. Atom by atom. My existence is leaving me. It's like looking into a mirror, and seeing your image disintegrating, fading away.

You always say you're not good enough, which I always disagree. But you know what? The truth is, I'm the one who is not good enough, right? That's actually what you've been trying to tell me, right? Otherwise you wouldn't have to destroy me like this.