Final Writings

I Feel Fine.

They asked me,

"How do you feel?"

I replied with a simple

"I don't."

They asked me what I meant.

I said I don't feel anything. I'm numb. I feel dead.

I don't feel happiness. Or joy. Or excitement.

I don't feel proud. Or hopeful.

I don't feel love. Not anymore.

I only feel cold. Empty. Lost. Tired.

I feel my heart beating but I don't understand it.

How can it beat if it's broken?

They said it was because I'm alive.

So I asked my heart,

"Why? Why do you still beat? Why do you still work for something so useless such as my life? Why do you feel the need?"

And it stopped.

They asked if I was alright.

I said I was fine.