Loneliness termites

That which slowly consumes you on the inside, slowly but effectively until there's nothing left. Leaving you hollow, so much that the emptiness even starts reaching the surface. And in time it will reach a level so superficial that it will be plain for everyone to see how much you've died since that day. How much was it anyway...? Do you even recall it? Can you? Or has that notion been destroyed along with all that kept you sane and alive? You can't remember... And that's because ever since that day the world's blurrier than ever, there's no black, there's no white, no right, no wrong, no details, everything's blurry as even the days seem to blend together. And all the while you're lost in a place no light seems to reach, keep your eyes open as you might but there's only so much to be viewed in the dark. You can't make sense out of it so you remain unnervingly motionless, feet glued to a ground you didn't even want to be stepping on in the first place. But how could you ever reason irrationality?  Perhaps it's time you realize this is a game you cannot win. Trying to embrace it only made you someone you're not yet rejecting it only fueled the growing insanity within you, the only flower able to bloom on the dirt you filled the void inside with. And so this day you fight, to face reality while attempting to hold on to yourself. This is the only way, after all aren't you everything you have left? What will be left to lose after you've lost yourself?