A sea of millions and no one can hear my voice,

So many voices sound like a shrieking cacophony all at once saying "we don't want you here,"

A hive mind hurling daggers laced with the sharpest malice.

I don't want it to cut me, I wore chain mail.

Its never strong enough.

I am hemorrhaging on the dirty floor and they step on my body,

Cringing with disdain at the bloody mess on the bottoms of their pristine shoes that must have cost more than the sum of my entire life in one sole.

These pieces are no longer salvageable,

They are so much dust.

I have ground my bones into glue far too much for there to be enough left to reconstruct into the shape of a body this time.