Today, I feel the most detached and maybe that's what I need. A slap. I am not needed. I am not wanted. I am back to what I used to be. They can't see.
Why am I still here, I ask myself?
Listen to my nightmares
Today, I feel the most detached and maybe that's what I need. A slap. I am not needed. I am not wanted. I am back to what I used to be. They can't see.
Why am I still here, I ask myself?