Nothing.

Floating away in a great abyss. There are things around I do not feel. Feeling nothing. Having no emotions. Feeling numb. Nothing. What is the point? A point to go on? Nothing is wanted. The dream to end is wanted. An end. The end.

None

Nothing. Having nothing. Feeling nothing. Never having another emotion again besides numbness. Floating through the void that some consider life.

This void is all I wanted.

Why is this so unsettling? This is the last disappointment. But hey, I’m alive again.

Resurrected.

Waiting like a deer in headlights

Waiting to be killed

To be ran over

To be shot down

To die yet again

To feel nothing

Immortality was fun while it lasted….

But now I’m at an end. I’ve ended.

The End.