The emptiness within me grows.
I have become a deep, dark abyss. I'm no longer myself. I have merely become a shell of who I used to be.
The birds have stopped chirping, the flowers have stopped blooming and the leaves are now falling.
Only this time, there's nothing beautiful about it.
What was once my favourite season now symbolizes my imminent demise.
I watch as the leaves wither away beneath my feet and I feel nothing.
Nothing and no one matters to me... Even myself.
My desolated heart pleads with me to end the pain.
Chills run down my spine and goosebumps travel throughout my entire body.
I brace myself for the worst.
I realize now that every decision I have ever made has led me to this moment—the moment where I just want it all to be over.
All I desperately want is to go back to a simpler time where no one and nothing mattered.
Maybe that's why I've turned to alcohol. It's the only thing that helps me get through the night. It's the only thing that allows me to turn off the sorrow and guilt.
But even alcohol has made that hollow feeling more prominent, that is, when I wake up the next morning.
This hollow and numb feeling inside of me has taken over my life.
I'm beyond the point of feeling angry and I'm beyond the point of being sad.
I'm hollow inside and I don't know how to fill myself up anymore.
Rain patters on my window and thunder rolls as I say my last goodbye.
Goodbye.
