It's the second year in a row where I feel completely alone.
It's the second year in a row where I no longer feel anything.
I haven't shed a tear. I've had no more fears.
My mind is blank. Like the piece of paper that is right in front of me trying to describe what I feel.
My hands are shaking, not because of what's in my cup.
But more of what I injected in my self.
The same song that's been playing since last night has been on repeat.
The mirrors that stood in my room are now shattered glasses laying on the floor.
The love I felt for him was no longer there. Until everything I did or saw reminded me of him.
I'm tired of being alone but I can't deal with calling someone home then ending up homeless.
I hope you understand that I was not a depressed person. nor a suicidal girl in need of medical attention soon.