But that's probably a good thing. I can't really tell yet. But then again I can't really talk to you about it anymore. I can't talk to anyone anymore I guess.
When it gets to the point where I have to ask someone, Am I worth it anymore? It's not the breaking point. But it is rock bottom. Rejected by the lowest of the low. Ouch.
I run through the crowds of people, trying to gasp for some air. It's like nobody even sees me anymore. I'm just another pretty face lost in a sea of people now. I'm just like everybody else.
I need that spark again. Just that smudge of light lost in the darkness of the world. I found it once, but it's lost now. I want that spark that makes me feel human again. Lets me know that I mean more than this. Makes me happy to be alive and breathing everyday. Makes me want to get out and live my life. Something to live for.
I can't let rejection get to me anymore. Because all I see is nothing. *Zero