Gone

A hardened shell of a once strong man.
A weak man now hides inside.
Hoping no one will stop to notice the changes within.
An ever weakening light.
Ready to diminish into oblivion.
Why do I hide?
Why do I give up?
Why do I not care?
One way or another it is time to let go.
Free myself from this eternal captivity.
Be free one last time.
To feel and care again.
One last time before I am consumed by the nothingness.
Before I take one last breath.
Before I am gone.