Nothing.

I'm nothing.

Worth nothing.

Feel nothing.

Yet, sometimes I long to be something.

Something more than nothing.

Falling.

Falling into this abyss of nothingness.

Save me.

Save me from myself.

Think.

I think it's the end.

This feeling of nothing makes me strive for an end.

An end of everything.

But the thought of this something keeps me alive.

Baby steps.

No one said it would be easy, but these baby steps are helping me walk away from nothing toward something.

I'm making something out of myself.

I'm finally something. Something more than nothing.