they can be perfectly sound physically, no bone fractures, no tears.
I am a grain of dust
a small crack of what I was.
and I don’t know how to fix it.
I don’t know what id did to deserve this
I don’t know what went wrong.
I can’t say id did everything right
it’s an excuse.
it’s me trying to believe it wasn’t my fault.
but it was.
it’s only my fault.
so why should I fight?
why should I demand something I lost any right to?
i can’t go on
but i can’t look back
but what am i looking forward to?
a dark abyss
i don’t even see any road signs at this point.
all i want is to be happy again.
I’ve forgotten how to be happy.
I’m not sure if I’ll ever remember.