Silent
and Cold. So Alone...
The memories of things once happy and cheerful send shivers down my spine.
What have I done?
Who have I become?
This isn't me. This isn't what I want. My insides want to pour out the bad and bring back the good that once was. It's pointless. Things are done. I cannot escape the misery that I have entangled myself in. I'm an empty shell of a person. Going through the motions. I cannot say how I feel because there is no feeling left.
Stop asking me to. There's nothing to say.
What have I done to you? I've cut you down, I've torn you apart. Things will not, can not, ever be the same. I see the hurt in your eyes and all I want to do is say it'll be ok. But I can't because it won't ever be ok. I've messed up, I'll admit but there's nothing in the world that can change it.
What's done is done.
and Cold. So Alone...The memories of things once happy and cheerful send shivers down my spine.
What have I done?
Who have I become?
This isn't me. This isn't what I want. My insides want to pour out the bad and bring back the good that once was. It's pointless. Things are done. I cannot escape the misery that I have entangled myself in. I'm an empty shell of a person. Going through the motions. I cannot say how I feel because there is no feeling left.
Stop asking me to. There's nothing to say.
What have I done to you? I've cut you down, I've torn you apart. Things will not, can not, ever be the same. I see the hurt in your eyes and all I want to do is say it'll be ok. But I can't because it won't ever be ok. I've messed up, I'll admit but there's nothing in the world that can change it.
What's done is done.
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