Lost

I’m mentally aware more now that I am lost. I’ve let myself become a shell. I’m hollow, a void, yet another nothing that I always wanted. There is this unfillable gap. I have only a few emotions left; mostly they are here, there, buried, and unsure. Music is no longer bringing me joy. The shows are empty, the theater dark. I’ve successfully buried everything. I’ve tried so hard to be dead inside, now I think I am. I’m going to purge Facebook viciously this weekend. I have the second account still but it is empty like me. You won’t miss anything as there is nothing left. I’ve given everything I can. What do I do now? Where do I go?

Into the void …