I don't care anymore.

I've lost myself in this thing we call life, this harsh reality of every day struggles just makes me weary. I'm tired, I'm drained, I'm cold and distant from love. It's like I'm fading in the background no longer seeing light. I reach up high and there lies a hand yet I don't grab it. I don't deserve it. I rather just fall helplessly waiting my fate of darkness. Drifting where ever it wishes to take me. Is it wrong to feel this way? Giving in to the unknown, well honestly I don't care anymore. Life will do its will onto me, but it won't affect me because I'm hollow, empty and dead.