I feel like a shell of a person.
Maybe when they see me they know inside I’m empty.
Perhaps that’s why they keep their distance?
Who wants someone who can barely feel?
29 years and you’d think by now this numbness wouldn’t feel so raw.
There is an aching inside.
There is a yearning for something more.
There is the cold icy truth that I’m all alone in this.
Like freezing water running through my veins.
It’s a chill that never goes away.
There is no warming this icy cold isolation.