Where am I? What am I doing? Where am I going? I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. I'm dead. Gone. Tired of living. Tired of breathing. Tired of seeing. Tired of hearing. Tired of feeling. Feeling. What an awful word. I hate feeling. I like the numbness that takes over. The emptiness. The cold blanket that wraps me up and holds me. I like being gone. I like being alone. I love the pain I feel for the love I'll never have.
LoveandLoss17 LoveandLoss17
18-21, F
Aug 31, 2014