“Nothing hurts more than meaning nothing to the person who means everything to you.” - Unknown.
It’s been a year.
Since I’ve died.
That’s right. Dead.
It’s been a year.
Since my soul has not functioned.
My body still moves, my mind still works.
My lips still smile.
But deep down, there’s only…
Emptiness.
It’s been a year…
even looking up at the blue sky hurts.
As all I see are visions of you.
Brimmed with so many confusions,
I can only speak in silence.
The pain is so real.
The hurt I feel could never be imagined.
It’s been a year.
Trying to destroy what has taken me over.
And I’ve failed, again… and again…
So I end up dead.
For a year.
You probably can’t tell.
You’re probably moving on.
Oh wait… you are moving on.
I know that for sure.
But I can’t.
I know you can’t tell.
But I can’t move on.
(yet?)
I still hope, you’d find me again.
Or at least stumble across again.
Stumble across me and my emptiness.
Before I drift too far.
And fades out. Forever.
Happy fuckin’ anniversary!
