I’ve been tired since the moment I woke and I stopped listening the moment you spoke and said “I’m long gone”
Everything starts to become so small. The people i see become strange shapes and blobs that move in unorthodox ways. They move in ways I know I can not. In ways that make my heart crumble at the site of them. I am alone in this huge world. A small speck of dust on a large coffee table.
So it turns out that I was the fool. I was the one that made a stupid mistake.
“You never know how much something means to you until its gone.”
A cliche that is to fucking true
I have that awful feeling again. The one that attacks my heart and doesn’t let go. It makes me feel like I am on fire. A feeling that consumes me and makes my head spin in circles. A feeling that makes me numb. Will it ever go away?
