after a while, i reached that point again, where i struggled to feel.
it's weird to write it down, because putting it into words is different than the chaos it actually is
and i thought i was recovering
i thought i was happy.
but now
lying on the floor in my bedroom
it's dark
and i just want to cry
but there aren't any tears.
i haven't cried properly in months
all these feelings pent up inside my head have no release
and i'm stuck
i have nothing to anchor myself to
no hope, no sadness, no feelings
just emptiness.
and it's slowly killing me.
YOU ARE READING
her.
Roman d'amourwhen i say her, i think of me after him. how broken i was in the aftermath.
