It should have been 1 year and 21 days together.
I’m still counting days, isn’t it funny?
Though it’s two weeks without hearing your voice.
Though you ripped my chest and took back your heart.
It’s tough to live without heart.
Feeling your soul constantly dying, while your mind is struggling to remain sane.
To not give up to your own scary thoughts.
I do not know if it’s possible to feel despair and numbness in the same moment. But I do.
Maybe one is the consequence of the other. The first makes you drained and you feel just empty.
Just an empty shell. A walking body.
A broken doll