I feel it.

I feel it.

I feel it always.

Like a bad dream that hides.

Hides in the back of your head.

It follows you through this maze.

The maze you call life.

It cuts me open

Tears me apart thoroughly.

It took her away. It consumed her,

Consumed whatever was left of me.

So I am curled up on this surface.

This surface that is cold as ice.

Alone, cold and in the dark.

Being the only one that not blind

I cannot see, what’s the use of eyes?

It hurts me.

Abuses me like I’m nothing.

It hurts me until I am.

It mocks me.

Points out all the wrongs

I’ve ever done.

Points out the challenges.

The ones I’ve never won.

It steals from me.
Steals the life I once had.

Steal the feelings I could once meet.

Steals away whoever I used to be.

It steals me.

I feel it.