Thursday, December 8, 2011

a hollow log

There is this sadness in me, hollowing me out.

A hole, a void-- an echoing reminder of my worthlessness, of my emptiness, my nonexistence.

I am worth nothing
because I AM nothing.

I exist in this physical shell, and it is a terrible one to be stuck in.

All I want is to shed this.  To let the skin cells and viscera rot away, let the bones fall into the earth, and be free of this pain.

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