4/6/15

Depression at its finest.

4/6/15

I can’t remember when I didn’t feel hollow.

When the world finally turns itself over, I’ll have already been up, up, and away.

Distancing myself from the life I once knew.

I’ll feel the hot, cruel remnants of the foul world I used to be a part of, as it brushes my cooled cheek and runs itself into the void.

I’ll be singular and alone, floating, but not quite lonely.

…And I’ll realize just before I get moment to sigh, I was never really apart of that world I once knew-- I was a part from it.