What does it mean when you feel nothing at all?
The emptiness plagues my soul. Blackness seeps into my pores, wraps its ugly hands around my throat. What a few simple words can usually describe currently escapes my mind. The spiral twists and turns into nothingness…it engulfs me, pulls me down, strips what is left of me. And I am left naked, empty and alone. Agonizing. Tormenting. Painful. Or is it? I think not… This feeling is almost welcome.
Alone usually isn’t so bad. I love being alone. I strive to be alone but when those black skeleton-like fingers rise from the depths of hell, it causes you to question why your life is so royally fucked.
Anger, depression, doubt, hostility, betrayal…. These are all things I should be feeling at the moment yet there is nothing. I’m suspended above the life I lead. Floating. With no emotion whatsoever.
