Empty

    I don't know when it happened... Only an idea. The aching pain in my chest, the emptiness that grew each day, the dimming of all light in my life... All warning signs I was too blind to see... Or did I turn that blind eye...? Slowly snuffing out that little light, drowning in the sea of expectations (most made up by a cruel voice in my mind), apathy (reinforced by today's setting), and an unhealed pain... A pain which its solution is so simple but feels impossible to execute... For it relies on repeating an action that caused it in the first place... And just hoping the pain isn't inflicted again...