Broken

Today I had this feeling when I awoke from my slumber. But the question is why do I feel this way? Its like I'm broken...like the thought of getting up and carrying on with my daily activites seemed so boring. Like I am living my life just simply waiting to die and move on. But then again comes another question, where do I go after I die? The memories I made on earth, the people I met whom Ive loved and whom have loved me in some way or another, what happens then? Will they mourn for me? Will they miss me? Will they even remember me? Will my existance matter to them? Wait...what happens to my existance then after Im gone? After Im dead and burried six feet underground as the soil hits my coffin with each thud thud thud and as they sing the lords pray. Charlene Rodrigues wouldnt exist anymore and that scares the s**t out of me because I want to live. I want to breathe the scents of the world and touch as many lifes as I can and I want to live being happy and remember what it's like to just be happy, genuinely happy. But all this never ending questions seems to bother me. And once again....Im awake with this feeling. The feeling of being empty and broken...and I will go through my day like nothing hurts me but deep down, maybe I am broken but thats okay ❤️😬

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