Misery

January 10, 2014

I don't feel like I'm okay

I'm not okay

I'm hurt

This is the price of everyday living

I don't feel anything except the hollowed out space where my insides used to be

You took myself away from me

You left me with nothing except thoughts that won't stop

and a heart that died with your goodbye

Goodbye hope

Goodbye salvation

Goodbye life

Hello death

Hello suffering

Hello misery

It's been a while since you've truly seen me

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