Fucking alone
My chest is failing me, my heart feeling the pain of being betrayed by my very own lungs and all of that as i bleed my emotions out onto the floor of paper that lays in front of me. I have group-chats places to share my fucking memes hell even talk about my feelings. The sort of group chats I once dremed of the kind where they bring you up when you post a photo or the kind that give you virtual hugs and yet I walk this path alone. I can’t realy put the feeling in words and you are giong to notice that in this piece as i search for the words. Its empty it feels like my soul is starving and I am but a muse for others. Just some background noise just fucking entertainmnet. The little guy that sits there cracking jokes that make you laugh as my soul bleeds with each exhale
As I strugle to find who I want to be and as I crave for the saftey that I once felt.
Someones grabbed the upper left part of my heart and pulled out just that part – not the rest just the corner and I can feel the tissues streching
whats the funniest is that I am writing this next to the window that stands in place of the one that was shattered