I leave things the way they've left me.
I haven't been sane since years ago. I am alone in this, and alone I will be forevermore. Never will anybody understand, however hard they try.
I've already accepted this fact. People don't understand me when I say I feel isolated. I am surrounded by people who love me, and each other, but I cannot love them back. I cannot.
I can't put my faith in others, because I have none left to give. The only things I possess are the clothes on my back, and this hole in my chest. I possess emptiness.
I remain in this painful limbo, excuse of a life I call my own. It isn't that I don't care, it's that I can't. I cannot feel love. I cannot feel anything for another person. All I feel is a hole where my empathy should be.
So I do what I can, however, I cannot offer anybody anything good. All I can offer is eventual pain that comes from me being unable to love them the way they love me. I wish I could, I pray I will, but nothing comes.
I feel a hole in my chest where my heart should be. Whether it was nature or nurture that caused me this, I do not know. My family never cared, but I can't do anything now.
I give you all that I possess, but love, I have nothing good to my name.
I leave things the same way they've left me.
Broken, empty, destroyed.
