Give Up

I’m floating. Hovering.
Like a cloud, I am weightless.
There is no permanence, no hope.
This is what it feels like to give up.

Thus, I think I’m going insane:
Completely losing my mind,
Losing touch with reality,
Not functioning—

Not eating,
Not showering,
Not caring,
Not living.

I am stuck, rotting, hopeless.

I think I am going insane,
But I have to do it quietly.

― ρ