I always thought it could not get worse, that the pain was overwhelming. But then I slowly started to feel dead in the inside. I feel empty and void. All emotions, good and bad have vanished. So here I am, alone in the empty black hole that used to be my life. I wake up thinking of death, go to sleep dreaming of its release….. I struggle to find the little things that keep me from it’s cold embrace…..
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Dead Inside And Out
I remember a time where i could cut and then go on about my day with a fake smile as if everything was all fine and dandy. Cutting use to hold me together. It used to keep me sane. But now no matter what i do, or how much blood is shed i just cant seem to even pretend to be happy.I feel like i will never experience true happiness.