Empty.
My soul feels empty, my being here seems shallow, my thoughts are heavy weights dragging me down with each day. Pain has permanently found a home with me, with all of the needs of living. My heart is the color of nothingness.....empty with no strength in my mind.
Pretending to be the “happy” “ok” “bubbly” girl others know me as, so no questions will be asked of my current well being. Yet everyday I wake with a deeper scar, a scar screaming for help, but I bandage it with more layers of pretend wellness. I am unhappy, and it’s simply because I remember the things that used to make me happy. They and him are gone. So, even with me being around family and friends, they can’t seem to heal me the way I so desperately need.
But...I will be ok.