Ripple's Rambles #014: I am Nothing
My whole life feels like a dream.
A dream that doesn’t make sense.
A dream that’s broken.
I never seem to wake up.
Each day passes like nothing happened. Nothing was accomplished.
The year changes from January to December, and I don’t even notice anymore.
I don’t care about anything.
The memories of my past melt. I can’t remember anymore.
I cry all of the time. Every week. Every weekend.
My thoughts pop up disjointedly. They don’t make sense.
I don’t make sense.
Why am I still alive? I don’t do anything.
I’m useless, stupid, alone, and afraid.
I see things. Nightmares on the edge of my subconscious.
I don’t live here.
I don’t live anywhere.
Just a lump of fat with nothing to show or accomplish.
I wake up, and nothing changes.
I hope, but I just despair.
I look for something, and find nothing.
I breathe, but I suffocate.