Consumed

I am being consumed,
slowly.
Pieces of me disappear,
bit by bit,
as I am slowly eaten away.

I would cry out for help,
but no one is there.
My relationships
were the first things consumed.
There is no one to save me.

I am fading away,
gradually.
Parts of who I am
are swallowed
everyday.

Very soon,
I will be a mannequin.
Just an empty shell
of who I was,
as I am devoured more and more.

Who was I? What was I?
I will wonder.
I will not remember
when my memories are eaten.
Why was I here? Where was I going?

I don't want to forget.
I'm trying to fight back.
I just hope that,
should I lose,
there will be those who will
remember me
before I was consumed.