I knew for a long time. Something inside... at the deepest place in my soul has died, long ago.
It feels hollow.
numb
cold
irrepairable
Time heals the pain, they say.
True, but the sting will always remain.
Alive as I seem. Alive... I feel most alive when I cry cause only at that moment I know I still can feel.
What have become of me?
What makes it different if I am here or not?
