I am hollow. I am empty. I have so much to give, so much I want to give, and no one ever to give to. I need to be held and touched and seen and loved and heard, but I am alone, always alone. I am broken, shattered, the pieces are drifting away, out of reach, I can't even see many of them anymore. Parts of me are gone forever, I can never be fully put back together again, but also no one is trying and I no longer care myself. I am a shell of who I was, a fraction of who I could be, and all the unrealized potential and dreams and experiences... they aren't even things to be imagined anymore, not even fantasies to be held in my mind to keep me company or delude myself further. I know there is nothing, always nothing, and the walls are closing in on me. The end is coming whether I want it or not... so I might as well try to want it, accept it, find my place in it... and see if I can at least take the reigns on my end in a way I've never been able to do so in my life.