oblivion

i’ve been spiralling,

everything is happening too quickly. 

i am incapable of emotions, i am drifting away. 

nothing matters, i don’t matter. 

i’ve returned to nothing,

my existence means nothing and soon,

i will cease to exist, i will be free of this hell. 

this hell i’ve been forced to endure. 

not anymore. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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