Let it Take Me...

I don’t feel anything.
Not fear, not sorrow, not longing.
Not even the echoes of what used to be pain.
Just the dull weight of existing,
dragging me down,
down,
down.

The nothingness is patient.
It does not pull,
does not rush,
does not beg me to give in.
It only waits,
steady, knowing,
like it always knew I’d end up here.

And maybe I did too.

I don’t fight it.
I don’t scream.
I don’t reach for something to hold onto.
What’s the point?
What’s left to hold?

Hope is a joke I forgot how to laugh at.
Tomorrow is just another empty space
waiting to swallow me whole.

Let it.

Let it take me.
Let it strip away whatever’s left.
Let it finish what the world started.

I won’t stop it.
I won’t pretend I care.

I don’t feel anything.
And that is the worst part.