Comatose

You would think it doesn’t hurt anymore. When people come in my life, gain my trust and friendship, then rip away a piece of me as they walk away like I never meant anything to them. But the truth is, it hurts so much more each time it happens. It hurts so bad that I feel numb until another part of me disappears. It hurts so bad because of the feeling that I only ever made friends from pity and I cared about them more than myself. It hurts so bad that it puts me almost to tears, but then a dark part of me screams that crying makes me weaker than I already am. So many pieces of me, so much trust and feelings, have been ripped away and destroyed too many times and now I feel like nothing more than an empty shell. The worst part of all thus is no one will ever know this is how I feel truly.