Creeping up again

I feel myself sliding down. Down towards the darkness. But if I only kiss it and not dive head first in I should be fine. Slowly it creeps in whispering in my ear. Every day more and more taunting me telling me I should just give in. In the Darkness I am the nothingness it says I am. So cold and lost nothing matters, I don't matter. But what if it's right what if I have wasted all this time here. What could I lose if nothing is what I am?

This poem is about: 
Me

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