I ache inside. I don't know why I'm so surprised, but still I am. My heart keeps stuttering like I'm waking up from a nightmare but I'm living it. Time drags
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
I am past despair. I am past the hours of hot tears streaming down my face. I am alone. I am empty. I am filled with grief. I can't breathe. Iron shackles bind me. I'm drowning in my anguish. I am calm. I am hopeless. I am the withered husk of what could have been.
I am hollow.