It's been one year since you went to a better place.
After you left I went a little crazy.
I was broken emotionally and mentally.
And then things got better.
Then worse.
And everything hurt. My body, my mind, everything.
And then things got better.
And then you, a completely different person, went to a better place.
But I didn't go crazy.
I went numb.
And I stayed numb. I refuse any feelings that come my way
because it's easier not to feel at all.