I feel dead. My feet are welded to the ground as I watch everyone around me grow and overcome. I no longer have the strength to scream, to call for someone. Nobody ever stopped anyway. I feel like a lifeless soul, with noone around to notice my being. I am merely another empty space. I barely feel pain anymore. When I do, it rages through my veins and makes my body ache and quiver. But I desire even that now, because it proves to me that I do still feel, that I am even, alive.

I can’t go on like this. My life is meaningless. I am meaningless.