I'm good. I'm not good. I'm good. I'm not good.
I don't know what to feel. I just know that there's now an empty hole in my being now. Or maybe it was there ever since and I just noticed it.
Can I just cry and not be judged at all?
How can I move on?
Don't get me wrong. I'm not numb. I'm not all drama in life. I laugh a lot. I talk more than an average person. But when they all leave, I'm left alone and my thoughts will swallow me whole. And the bad thing is, I let it consume me.
I wish I were okay.
YOU ARE READING
commit.
Short Storyyour eyes tell me that we should end it all; and it has come to an end.
