I feel like I am not solid.
Just a hollow figure.
There is nothing behind my eyes,
just darkness.
Empty sockets of tactless
consciousness.
I am a negative kind of person.
It is if I never thought of anything.
I never felt anything.
I never saw anything.
It is as if I haven't even begun to live.
All I seem to crave is this blackness and silence.
It's as if those words are what consoles me.
What do you do when your life gets as bad as it can
and it just keeps getting worse and worse.
You keep going?
What is the point of living if you are just negative space?
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