Worms and insects.

I am undone inside.
Gone are the knots.
Left is the tangle,
Crushed forget-me-nots.
Memories, once treasured,
Tainted and then trampled.
Never was it real,
The dream of which I sampled.
I am undone inside,
The worms and insects play.
I don’t know about this life,
But today is not my day.