The words I never say.

I lost a friend

I walked slowly, making my way through town.
I was trying to get home.
My legs were weak, and I felt the blood running down my face.
Half of it wasn't even mine.

I thought about what had just happened.
Maybe it wasn't that bad; maybe it was for the better.
I felt myself go numb, like every feeling that had ever existed just disappeared.
I didn't feel a thing—not anymore, at least.

I looked up at the building I now called home. It began to rain.
I walked inside. The place seemed strange to me; it didn't feel like home at all.
I walked into my one-bedroom apartment.
I looked into the mirror.
"Who on earth are you?"