I take a deep breath
But no amount of air fills the empty hole inside and I wonder if it would go away with death?
That theory I unsuccessfully tried.
All the days seemed to blur together
I can't remember a single one.
I didn't want to be here, but whatever. Eventually all of this will be over and done.
I started to distance myself
As to avoid hurting people when the inevitable came
Soon I would just be a memory on some shelf.
I didn't think it would end this way, what a shame.
As the days went on,
the voices got louder
"What are you waiting for? Jump.", they said.
Maybe I was trying to make little me prouder. But what would matter if I was dead?
Maybe I hoped for better
But I don't care about that anymore.
