The Weight Of Nothingness
I used to drown.
I used to feel the weight of everything-
Now, I feel nothing.
Not the panic pressing against my ribs,
not the burn in my chest gasping for a breath.
This should scare me.
I should want the flood back,
the proof that I am real;
But there's something so easy
about being empty.
Nothing pulls me under.
Nothing tears at my skin.
Nothing whispers in my ear at 3 a.m.,
telling me I will never be enough.