I am a number to you.
I don’t have feelings to you.
I am a body, a place to hide.
I represented everything you couldn’t be.
I feel and live and experience the good and bad parts of life.
You always saw me as a number.
You live in a box.
You will never know what it feels like to love.
You will never know how it feels to be used and thrown away for something newer.
You will never be told, “I got bored of you.”
I am a number to you.
You were life to me, but I am stronger than you.
I was used by you, but I do not live for you anymore.
I have moved past you.
You live in solidarity.
You are alone.
I am one with the world.
I am never alone.
I am the only number to me.
Number one.