Empty

I’m empty. I have no energy. My eyes are dry and unfocused. There Seems to be no anchor in the abyss. It is a vacuum that leaves me suspended and motionless.

It is so still here. So quiet.

I can feel myself being pulled down into a deeper level of emptiness, a deeper void.

My head is heavy, yet light and spinning.

I am tired. Exhausted. I want to lie down, but I am already lying down.

I want to cry out, but I am beyond that. I want to scream, but it is just a distant impulse, a memory.

A ghost of an emotion.

I am dead and alone in the vast, cold emptiness. I can hear the sound of my own heart, beating. It is deafening in the silence. I am empty, hollow.

I cannot breathe. I cannot see.

I can barely hear the sound of my own heart beating in the silence.

The sound of my own breathing.

Slowly, the world comes back into focus.

The world has a shape and I have a shape. The sound of my own heart beats slower, then stops.

The room is silent, except for the sound of my breathing.

When does the pain begin and end? Does it end?

I’m numb as the tears refuse to fall.

The room is silent.

No one is here.

I am alone.

I close my eyes.

The darkness is comforting.

It was the only constant.

No beginning and no end.

Just the dark.

And the silence.

So tired of life.