there's nothing else that i can do

I am nothing special. I am nothing. I turn off at the push of a button, at the shadow of a thought. Days, nights, like these won't last. We won't last. Our lives are wasting away. Nothing we do can stop it. We are out of control. The thought that within time none of this will be ours, we will no longer be remembered by friends or family, by strangers on the street. Death, war, human nature may scare others but my mind scares me the most. I can turn off the news, I can't turn off my brain. Not right away, anyways. (yes, I am going insane. leave me be. let this disease run its course. everything works out in the end. whether for the best or worse I cannot say.)