I don't know any more

I've entered the land of apathy where I no longer know anything. Days are spent tiptoeing around the shadows--pure avoidance. You come back, you go away, you come back, you go away. Each time you return I hope, only to have that hope taken back. I don't even hope anymore. I've been forced into numbness, it's the only coping mechanism I have left. I don't know what I believe. My mind, my heart, they don't know either. I see the value in walking away, letting it all slip into the River Styx. That thin line separating mortality and Hell. I think I've been living in Hell, and I need to wade back to something real. I just don't know if you'll ever wade with me.