Nothing quite feels right anymore. My body, my life, my brain. It's driving me a little bit insane that I can't sleep. Wasting time while I waste away in bed. Is it in my head or does nothing make sense anymore?
When did it stop? I don't even know but I can't hear the world outside my window. Headlights go past but I don't hear the cars. People walk past but it's like no one's there, shards of a world I don't know anymore.
Am I okay? I don't know, how would I even be able to tell? Something's wrong and it's all in my head but it's not all non-physical. How the world was so musical before all of this. Before apathy's kiss touched my cheek and slowly, so slowly, I forgot how to speak.
(But it's easier if we don't talk about it)
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Unbreakable
PoetryNOUN 1. Unable to be broken, indestructable. "She wasn't yet, but one day she'd be unbreakable, free from the chains that held her." //BREAKABLE book #2// The daily ramblings and thoughts of a girl just...
