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.
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