What is left?
When you are no longer sure who you are.
When you don't quite recognize that face staring back in the mirror.
You know there is something wrong when every thought of the future sends you down a dark road.
(numb it best you can) seems to be the best answer.

Live in the moment. They say.
And I did.
And now I am running out of time.
Now I no longer have the luxury of living day to day.
Because what if someday I wake up and truly have no purpose?
What if I just become another face beaten down?
What if the one person who is supposed to matter no longer becomes enough?

He asks me why I cry at night.
When there is nothing left to distract the mind.
I tell him it's nothing.
And he does his best to make me laugh.