No That's fine Just continue to lie to yourself I Don't mind I've already removed myself Proof there's still a wealth of self worth hidden in mental health I take my love from it's urn then place that, empty, back on the shelf
There are pauses in between musical notes and stops between an artist's strokes and periods in between a writer's sentences. We have come to an end. We have come to a stop. But sometimes the only way to continue is to halt. The only way to begin is to end.
I’m not empty. It’s not that I don’t feel anything. The exact opposite.
I feel so much.
So much I get desensitized to my own emotions. They flow around like water in every corner of my body. Mixing in with my blood until there is no cell untouched.
It used to be a gentle lake. But now It’s an ocean. So all I can do is sit here and pretend that I’m a puddle. Just like everyone else.