I feel dead.
I feel as though my breaths are out of habit and not necessity.
I feel cold, frozen, lifeless.
Every smile I bend cracks my skin.
The makeup I layer doesn't hide the bloodless veins.
My emotions are drained, each drop I find is more rare than the last.
I've saved up the courage to tell you I'm sorry.
The skies that you saw have fallen from my eyes months ago.
