I'm not sure what to do.
I just keep falling deeper,
and deeper.
Sometimes it's so dark I can't see
my hands in front of me.
I feel like someone is sitting on my chest.
I'm suffocating on nothing
and it's terrifying.
Trying to feel a little,
breathe a little,
live a little.
But are you really living,
if you're expecting death?
If you jump off a cliff
into water,
do you feel the adrenaline
if you're not afraid of
what could happen?
I think this is what dying is.
Not worrying,
or caring.
If you don't give a ****
about anything,
what's your purpose anymore?