I sit here wondering what to write.
My inspiration has been destroyed.
I don't know what to even feel.
Its been 75 days and I still don't miss you.
I should've mourned and cried but I didn't.
I should've felt guilt but I didnt.
I remember every torturing second and it does not faze me.
I remember your glassy eyes staring at me.
I remember watching your tiny soul leaving your body.
Yet I feel nothing.