I Am Nothing
I don't mind the idea of not existing, passing into nothing. I don't fit now, but eventually I'll just be the empty space that flows between now and then. I haven't fallen apart yet, but I will soon. I'm going to be thoroughly digested by the world around me. They take what they value and leave everything else.
The truth is, I am nothing more than a series of used parts that have lost their value. Everything I know, emotions, actions, thoughts, are just tools I have used to allow me to live a little longer.
I wear a mask, one of success, achievement, and happiness. I wear it so that I can hide what I truly am, nothing. I am a lone tear resting on an endless black void, shapeless, colorless, easily disposed of.
Maybe that is why I want to die as well. I'm not exactly dead now, but how could I call this living? This desensitized, suicidal, outline of what once was? Killing myself wouldn't make a difference. I died a long time ago.
The truth is, I am nothing more than a series of used parts that have lost their value. Everything I know, emotions, actions, thoughts, are just tools I have used to allow me to live a little longer.
I wear a mask, one of success, achievement, and happiness. I wear it so that I can hide what I truly am, nothing. I am a lone tear resting on an endless black void, shapeless, colorless, easily disposed of.
Maybe that is why I want to die as well. I'm not exactly dead now, but how could I call this living? This desensitized, suicidal, outline of what once was? Killing myself wouldn't make a difference. I died a long time ago.
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