And so I die.
It would make little difference.
Who would care?
Those that would would get over it soon enough.
A sad thing to remember
Perhaps.
But to me
It would make all the difference.
It would end the pain
The void I feel.
The emptiness
Nothingness
Hopelessness.
I cannot understand why it has to be like this
And yet I know nothing else.
I am dead already.
