Being Human
There is nothing left to write there is nothing left I write there is nothing left to be left it is all done, it has all gone awry there are no words left for this place but words of nothingness words of emptiness [void] can’t find words can’t build thoughts can’t find a reason to write I’m just sitting here, thinking; sitting here sinking. Truth is I don’t want to think anything. Truth is I don’t want to feel anything. Truth is I don’t want to think, feel, or write, I don’t want to wait, sit, or be; but I don’t want to be nothing. I don’t want to, it’s just... I don’t want for once in my life, I don’t want - am I finally satisfied, or have I stopped being human? ©2025 @StaceyBattlestheWorld
