
LastLoveLetter
Persephone
- Mar 28, 2021
- 654
My body aches and pains and groans, but I am hollow, as though my humanity has simply been scooped out, leaving an empty husk, a sack of flesh. Consciousness and breathing and my beating heart is wasted on me, because I don't even want it. My oxygen, my shelter, my food, my being...All wasted. Perhaps I felt things once, but now I only experience an echo of an emotion, a ghost of a feeling. What is left is physical, inescapable agony.
I don't believe in God. I don't believe in reincarnation. I don't believe in the supernatural or paranormal. It is life that haunts me, with jagged fragments of the past piercing deep within every cell, remnants of an existence I wish I could leave behind in an instant.
I wish I didn't have to forcefully take my life. It is not that I don't wish to leave, it is that imprints of me will be left behind. To take it away is to acknowledge I am here. I never wanted to be here, yet I am. I never chose to be alive, yet I am.
What I want is to disappear completely, to be utterly forgotten, as though I were never here. What I want is to be erased.
I don't believe in God. I don't believe in reincarnation. I don't believe in the supernatural or paranormal. It is life that haunts me, with jagged fragments of the past piercing deep within every cell, remnants of an existence I wish I could leave behind in an instant.
I wish I didn't have to forcefully take my life. It is not that I don't wish to leave, it is that imprints of me will be left behind. To take it away is to acknowledge I am here. I never wanted to be here, yet I am. I never chose to be alive, yet I am.
What I want is to disappear completely, to be utterly forgotten, as though I were never here. What I want is to be erased.