Halfway Gone

Wind echos through me
almost hollow
chills me from the inside.
Emptied of life
I wander
losing myself
with every tear
and every drop of blood.
All that's left of me
sloshes around
nauseatingly reminescent
the essence of who i was.
I can't even be considered 'real' anymore.
I'm a watered down piece of trash.
There's nothing left to be defined.
I'm a doll
Someones discarded play toy.
With no remorse they tear me apart.
Inaminate objects aren't supposed to bleed.
A placeholder, I'm not even halfway human anymore.
I'm so far away so much more than
halfway gone.