Disappearing

I feel like nothing, an empty shell if you will. I see the world in front of my eyes but it doesn’t see me. The tragic unfolding of the darkness consumes me until my vision is blurred. I use this darkness to wash away any wave of happiness that comes my way and in an instance I become what I feel. I walk around just skin and bones with no intent to heal. Even when they start to love me I always reveal what is real and slowly I become what they hate. It’s so surreal that every-time this wicked world pushes me down I go further underground until I can’t breathe, this to me is when I feel most at peace.