Lifeless, my struggle, the knowing of having no feeling but sitting and wanting some, I want to feel the happiness others feel, the brilliance others endure, all I am is a shell. A shell. A shell of nothing but my lack of emotion, my lack of feeling, my life is a lifeless mush of nothing. I endure this pain everyday with that dark force taking over, wanting me to die. It wants nothing of me, my body hates my mind. Like two different entities I watch them fight, it makes me sick. It kills me from inside, the fight never ending making my life feel like it doesn't exist, like it shouldn't exist, my pointless, worthless, meaningless life. I watch them fly, the feelings far from reach in the clouds, I see the smiles around me and feel nothing, I cannot smile because I don't know what happiness feels. My mundane existence, I don't even give in to the bad thoughts because they have no meaning, everything has no meaning, my pointless life has not meaning. As my life moves on slowly like a never-ending shuffle of bad events that don't change any of the decisions I make I watch, I watch the end, as it nears, the impending doom of the end, but I have no control over that, no immortal pill will change the doom we all have. But as it nears I continue to feel lifeless, only as it touches I finally feel something, I feel...
Joy...
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