NUMB.
TIRED.
SLEEPY.
YAWNING.
Are the living truly alive? Are the dead truly gone?
Is life as beautiful as they claim, is death as terrifying as they fear?
Would setting the world ablaze or vanishing bring me peace? Or, would silencing the chaos in those final moments, would regret creep in like a whisper in the dark?
Does it even matter? Like they lived for me, I lived for them.
Now I no longer know what I am living for. Or am I even alive? Who can say for sure that those buried are dead and those living and walking alive? Some are alive yet walking corpses, and some are dead yet living for the world to remember.
The living walk, the dead rot, and as for myself. I am chained to the world in the name of duty and responsibility.
I have lived long enough to see hope turn to dust. In a cycle of pain, redemption, and repetition of wounds that never fully heal. Just rot till there is nothing left. Wounds so deep that they rot even the soul.
I have fought, endured, waited ----
For what?
There is no salvation. No justice. No meaning. Life is an echo, a cruel repetition of pain disguised as purpose.
I am not seeking revenge. I am not looking for answers.
I do not care for what comes after.
I want it to stop.
As I shall erase my duty, burden, debt, life, choice, till nothing is left of me, as I shall erase my very existence from this world so that my destruction becomes your liberation and I return the favor to you, for everything.
My end is your beginning. My demise, your freedom.
Be free.
For some, life is misery.
For others, death is misery.
I would like to know what it will be for me.
After this, there will be nothing.
No Pain, No longing. No regret.
No me.
And that is enough.
Sigh.
Crunch. Crunch. Leaves crumble beneath my feet.
This world is vast yet suffocating. A prison without walls, a sentence without crime.
I have wondered. I have waited.
For what? I no longer know.
How much longer must I endure this?
The whispers return, curling around me like unseen hands, slithering through trees as their voice chants in the shadows.
The time is near.
As I feel the shift__ unravelling of threads. The cycle can be broken.
Yes
It is,
Time to let go.
Time to stop waiting.
Time to stop breathing.
For too long, I have been a shadow of myself.
A fragment clinging to a world that does not need me.
Tonight I disappear.
And the world will forget I ever existed.
Time to end what should never have begun.