Prologue

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I can't seem to be able to remember the last time I cared. Was it when I got my first job? Feeling so accomplished. Maybe when I thought I was invincible as a child.

Everyday goes by without a second thought, the spark I had dwindled till nothing was left to reignite it.

Maybe I was happy when my parents weren't fighting all the time? When they actually cared. Before the addictions.

Sometimes I wish I wouldn't wake up and let my dreams take me away. Away from reality.

I can't seem to remember the last time I could look myself in the mirror.

Is there something wrong with me?

Nothing seemed worth it anymore.

But I needed to put on that happy front, I can't let anyone know my true feelings.

But I can't seem to see the point in doing so.

I have nobody.

I am nobody.

I feel like my heart stopped beating long ago, an empty shell of myself stood in its place.

I think it's time to just let go.

To say goodbye.

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