The Numbness

"It's okay," he whispered. "You're okay."

"I'm not okay," I said without feeling anything. "And I never will be."

When he pulled me in and wrapped his arms around me, everything had changed. My whole body began to tremble like a ticking bomb and I cried. I cried, not because I was hurting, but because someone actually cared. I used to look at myself in the mirror and think about all of the different ways I could kill myself but there was always that tiny bit of hope that said "Tomorrow will be better." I didn't want to let him in. I didn't want him to fix me, because I knew we would never last. You can try all you want, and even cut yourself in the process, but broken glass cannot be mended.