I, me, myself, I dont know if im alive or my body is here and my soul was spirited away. Hidden in a safe place in some long lost world that i dont know anymore. Im sitting here now trying to figure exactly what im feeling exactly what this heaviness in my chest is. And the shocking discovery i made its now even a word that would be described as a feeling its more of a word to discribe something and that word is emptiness. Its so odd because i come home or wake up and feel like there is just no purpose for me being here but i never take action to try to take my life or even hurt my self badly when that is one of the only feeling and thought that stick in my brain all day. I believe its at the point to where i dont want to kill myself i just want to die but not from completely my own actions you know I dont want me to be the reason I leave you know but i di want to leave.
