Empty

I want to give up. I want to let go. But what will happen to me when I'm gone? I stare blankly at the wall. Apathetic thoughts. I don't care anymore. My heart is just so sore. Paralized, I cannot move. Everyone is happy, I'm so cold. Everyone is moving, I'm at home. I'd rather feel anger than boredom, But I hate pure joy. My heart is not a toy. What happens to me now? Will tomarrow be the same? I just don't know. Sould I let go? Until I know, I sit here in the dark, All alone.