Done

I'm lying here awake in a dark room. There's no one else. There's me and my thoughts.

Most of my life, I've spent this way: by myself in a dark room. That's what it feels like to be  utterly and painfully alone. 

When you see yourself in this position, you start to wonder what is wrong. The answer can only be found within ourselves. And, it might not be a good one. That's the case.
I look at myself in the mirror and I can't  see anything eye-catching. I look deep into my eyes to reach my soul and it's empty. The light I should see inside of me, it's long faded, extinguished, gone...
What do I feel? I just feel pain. So much pain, I can't even start to describe it. I just wish to stop this pain. I just wish to seize to exist. I'm done living. I'm done lying. I'm done. I'm finished.