What happens when I no longer feel?

What happens when I no longer want to be around?

Because I am tired.

Because I cannot bring myself to just brush it off any more.

Because it looks like there will come a day where I will tell you

'This is where I leave you.'

You have no idea how much.

Will there be anyone left by the end? How many will I lose like that?

What is real?

I am not real. Not now.