I feel like I’m a shell of the person I used to be.
Everything seems so dull now,
books I used to love reading sit collecting dust on a shelf.
Dreams slowly fading away as I sleep away the pain.
I can’t help but wonder if I should go back to that place I’ve been so many times.
Fully seclude myself from everything and everyone.
I probably already would have, but the fight to get out of that hole feels impossible.
So I’ll sit in silence until i inevitably slip and fall in or someone notices I need help.
No one ever notices.