Convince Me I'm Wrong
I look in the mirror but I don't see a face
I don't see a person or a creature or anything with life
I am an inanimate object
The sound of the fan turning fades out
My roommate's words in the kitchen go silent
I hear nothing
I feel nothing
I see nothing
I think nothing
I am nothing
I stop breathing
I stop caring whether I blink and my eyes dry out
I don't ever want to move
I want to blink out of existence
I don't matter
I am only matter
I am atoms and strings and things that break apart with time
My time is up
I am completely shattered
I'll die tonight like I've died every day for 3 years
But this time I won't wake up
This time I'll be free of me
And free of life
And life, of me
My life is shit
I don't want to live
I mean nothing
It's best if I die
Can I do it?
Can you do it?
Can you convince me I'm wrong?
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