I am empty space.
I may have mass
but I do not matter.
My body.
My presence.
Is so very little.
As though I don’t exist.
Just as I wish I didn't.
My influence is dead,
my mind has followed.
I may be here today.
But will I be tomorrow?
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Wrote this at like 11:30 one night after a break down...just kinda came to me in bed. Not sure if it's any good. One of my friends thought it was a suicide note, kept texting me when I posted it to tumblr....