Ignored

Week 1: Void

A deep black hole.

Void, It's called.

Some days it tries to pull me away from everything. It wants me to drift in this space of nothingness, not being able to feel or think even the smallest thing.

I push myself to swim. To a place where it's better. This blackness consumes my head. It's almost as bad as the crowded days. My thoughts everywhere.

But now, now I feel numb. It's causing me to almost give up. Why shouldn't I just let myself drown in it? Sometimes I can't seem to remember, but then there is this little voice that tells me to hold on to that last string. Whatever it is made of.

Please, Void, let me breathe one more time. I know at times I breathe too much. Feel to much. Love to much for my own good. But I am slowly drowning and I do tell about it. Only no one truly knows, think it's just some joke.

I scream at the dark, but no response. I want to cry, but where there is nothing, there is no tears. Only emptiness, only you, Void.

So please, let me out one more time. I want to feel what it's like again. To finally see clearly.

I promise I'll return. How could I do anything else? I'll take a deep breath and then go under again.

To you.

The deep endless Void.