What's it like to have nothing left?

I will give out
pieces of myself
infinitely.

I will half myself
again and again,
giving everything I am,
forever.

Any number is divisible
by two.

a dream that you're walking through the graveyard where i am buried, and you keep walking right past my gravestone without hesitation

Lifespan
Is
A Ship
You
Are
It
Is
Sail

In
1, 2, 3.
Out
1, 2, 3, 4.

In
1, 2, 3.
Out
1, 2, 3, 4.

This breathing exercise
Won't change a thing.
But at least
I won't feel so much like
I'm drowning myself.

This distance between us
Is something I've become
Vividly aware of.
Much like my veins,
Much like my faults.

Maybe it's just me,
But I'd get frustrated with me too.
I know because I am me.
I live in my head.

I am ever the curious,
And ever the wondering.
Ever the insecure,
Forever grasping at straws
Hoping that I'd find that one virtue
About me
That will make me worthwhile.

I breathe,
Very aware of the expanding lungs beneath my ribcage,
The pulsating, blood filled heart in my chest.
Beating and beating and beating
Crying and crying and crying out:
Please just love us, we're all trying so hard!
Demanding that I follow it
To the end of time.

In
1, 2, 3.
Out,
1, 2, 3, 4.

Depression hits
like a tidal wave.
It comes without warning.
It leaves you drowning,
but you have to be brave,
because if you expect
to be saved,
your sadness
will be waived,
by those already drowning,
beneath their own wave.
There's nothing you can do,
but hold on,
and pray it fades by morning.

You burn
So softly, almost
As if your light
Flickered and fought
But dimmed,
And bled towards the night,
Amidst the broken undertones
Of burning plumes  
Puffing
Lost desires.