tiptap

I now have no one.
So I am ready to leave everyone.
The darkness that creeped,
has succeed in its capturing.
Its fierce waves fight above me.
I lay here surrounded by nothing,
completely empty.
I mean nothing.
Everything means nothing.
My hatred for words
and humanity finally begins to sleep.
It means nothing.
Everything is nothing.
I am nothing.
Now how to make something of me.