Writing once again trying to feel what i used to feel,
to be who i used to be. not this hallow shadow of a girl.
needing something to fill this emptiness, when i should be satisfied. i should be something, i should feel something.
numbness is beginning to feel comfortable. darkness suites me well. i sleep away every day just so i dont have to be myself. i deserve this all of this. this is my fatal fortune, but im still searching for some room. just a small space, where i dont have to hide my face. i can let my true colors show. and admit im not ok, and go crazy when i have to. but here instead i sucked it up and smile, and the whole world unknowingly passes by never suspecting all the while
how alone, and empty and cold i've become.
