I feel cold… was it a dream? it all happened so fast… what’s happening to me? Why do i feel so detatched and hopeless? No amount of kind or comforting words can replace my doubt. I wouldn’t take a 2nd chance… or would I? I hear a voice inside that tells me to press on, but my heart and soul have been buried under the wreckage of something that once shined gloriously inside of me. was it ever real?

All the words we said, all the times we shared… they all seem so petty and worthless now, all the way down to the last “I love you”. I try looking up, but my head is forced back down shamefully… There’s nothing inside of me, just empty space. No sound, not the beating of my deceased heart, nor the singing of my once prideful soul. Sleep refuses to come to me, as if it fears me… or do I fear it? My mind is surounded by a brick wall. I strain to take in what happens around me… am i dead? Does anyone hear me? Does the world not see what i’ve done for it?

Maybe he was right after all…