I Think About Death
There is this void inside me, it is without walls and a door, but it is completely white and my presence is within. Somewhere along the line I made a choice to be a part of this void, this nothingness.
I lost sight of what this life could be because I couldn't see the point anymore. I know my life only has what meaning I give it because it is mine. It is what I make it. I used to be falling in darkness, forever it seemed, but I quit falling and the darkness has now given way to this void.
I choose to not want to be a part of this life, not because my life is bad or because I don't have people who care about me, it is quite the opposite, I assure you. I go through the motions everyday of living a normal life, sometimes I choose to be in the moment and enjoy what I am doing, it isn't as though I cannot do this. I am just not interested on most days and cannot find the point in doing it anymore.
I lost sight of what this life could be because I couldn't see the point anymore. I know my life only has what meaning I give it because it is mine. It is what I make it. I used to be falling in darkness, forever it seemed, but I quit falling and the darkness has now given way to this void.
I choose to not want to be a part of this life, not because my life is bad or because I don't have people who care about me, it is quite the opposite, I assure you. I go through the motions everyday of living a normal life, sometimes I choose to be in the moment and enjoy what I am doing, it isn't as though I cannot do this. I am just not interested on most days and cannot find the point in doing it anymore.
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