Just now.. I finally acknowledged this gaping hole in my chest.. It really doesn’t hurt, you know.. It’s all just…empty..
I know deep inside, it’s ultimately my fault. You did everything you could. It’s just me who keeps depending on you even when I know I shouldn’t.
What am I supposed to do now?
I don’t know, really. Sitting in front of the PC, staring at it blankly, I wonder how my hands continue to move. How do they keep on typing these words?
I’ve been trying to avoid thinking the whole day. Sleeping was out of the question. I’d already gotten a mighty headache from lying down for too long.
For the first time in all these years, you’ve really failed me. It doesn’t hurt. It really doesn’t. But… I don’t really feel anything at all… isn’t this worse than hurting?
I think I’m almost at my limit. I can only take so much, you know. Between my family, my school, my friends, and everything else, you were the one that kept me in one piece. Maybe if I didn’t depend on you so much, your absence wouldn’t be such a big deal. But that’s really more my fault than yours.
It really doesn’t hurt. Not at all. If it did I’d be suicidal right about now. But then, maybe it’s because I’m already dead….