The Abyss

Falling.
Falling.
Falling. 
Into the darkness.
Have I been here long? 
The darkness is all I can remember.
All I can remember is the feel of darkness. 
Hours, minutes. Days. Years.
To scream and not be heard.
Not even an echo returns.
To feel but not see. 
The darkness, the abyss has enveloped me. 
Falling?
Floating?
Existing?
What is the point of this?
The point of an existence such as this.
Where am I?
Who am I?
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
falling......
The abyss has me.