I feel lost.
Lost in the big, big world.
It's like I'm one from millions,
but I'm still lonely.
And sometimes I ask myself:
Would anybody miss me?
Because I don't think so.
I even think, that they would move on. They would forget about me.
They would forget my name, my story. They would let go.
Right?I don't even know, if they would hold me, when I fall. When I tell them, what I really feel like. Would they say: "Stay strong"? Or would they get, what I mean? It almost seems like a bad joke. But when I say "I'm dead inside", I'm not lying. I don't feel anything. And from day to day, I ask myself more often, if that's good.
I ask myself, what I mean with "the pain inside of me grows stronger each day." I ask myself why I feel so lost in the universe. Like a half-written story. No beginning, no end. I ask myself if I'd keep writing with the pen of life. If I'd jump out of the window, and make time fly. Sometimes I even want that.
End time.
End pain.
End me.
End life.
Maybe that's what I really want.
I want the drip, to finally stop.I want to tell people, proudly, I made it to heaven. That God protects me here, that I'm closer to his warmth by now. I want the universe to know, that I will listen to every call and every tear, it spends on me. I want the lights of the starry night to shine brighter than ever.
And someday I will.
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General FictionThis book is actually just about life. And how it feels like when you want to end it. I dearly suggest to listen to (sad) music, while reading this. Stay healthy <3 Whoever reads this - you're not worthless. Start: 27.10.23 End: 7.11.23