I've reached those nights again. The ones where the cuts don't bleed, and the eyes only drip tears because fire has leeched the moisture from my room. I can't claim to understand this numbness. I only sleep because I know that I should, and the white pills back up the belief.
I've tried- to cry, to bleed, to hurt- but I'm still loost in this god-forsaken nothingness. I want pain, I want any feeling, so I can spew words across pages and fill them with the part of my soul that I kept.
That's it, isn't it? I've lost my soul, given it to someone who does not want it. If only I knew how to get it back.
....god-forsaken.
That's a word to remember.
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