Hello void, my old friend.

The hazy abyss of existing without acknowledgement. Like a corpse that once housed who I am, cold, lifeless, is the only way I'm longed for.

Better missed than appreciated and included.

I stare at the nothingness and it's more like truth than life. At least it doesn't lie and tell me it's warm and welcoming.

Like people do.

If I was standing on the edge, you would watch me go with a coolness that made my last sensation a squeezing of my heart, knowing I am not loved, only needed, and once I am not giving, I am not worth saving.