No pain. No emotions. No ache.
Maybe because I'm used to it. The pain of being left once and over and over again.
The bareable ache.
The second skin of sadness.
The fast slow days.
The dark lights.
The fading beginning
The sad happiness.
No pain. No emotions. No ache.
Maybe because I'm used to it. The pain of being left once and over and over again.
The bareable ache.
The second skin of sadness.
The fast slow days.
The dark lights.
The fading beginning
The sad happiness.