Nothing Inside

Why do I feel like this? Whispers in the dark… No one hears. No one cares. A voice echoes in my mind. What is left when I am gone? Who will remember me? Will what I become be worth remembering? I am cold. So cold. A sliver of ice crusted into my veins, my heart. Frozen and unable to move - to think. Tears are all that’s left in me. Hope for me, my future is nothing. Nothing - no thing. Not a thing of me to care about. Things aren’t what they might seem Really, I’m just a mask painted prettily to show others what they want. Inside, I’m dying. The thing that is me is not me. Nothing.