Feels Like Something Dying
I don’t know if I’m slowly being let go. It feels like a dog waiting on a never returning owner. And I feel like a clingy like a piece of shit for it, when I had been mistaken on some occasions.
The idea of years of in-depth talking turning to holiday wishes or small talks every once in a while feels devastating to me. Alternating waves of nauseating, heavy, heat and waves of hair raising, paralyzing chills. Now accompanied by tears that well and run in silence as I just stare at the wall, floor or ceiling.
I feel like can’t describe things like I did a few years ago. I can’t say anything to them, I can’t snap, I can’t do a lot of things. I’m just stuck waking up empty and sleep empty.
I feel and care more than I should.
The idea of years of in-depth talking turning to holiday wishes or small talks every once in a while feels devastating to me. Alternating waves of nauseating, heavy, heat and waves of hair raising, paralyzing chills. Now accompanied by tears that well and run in silence as I just stare at the wall, floor or ceiling.
I feel like can’t describe things like I did a few years ago. I can’t say anything to them, I can’t snap, I can’t do a lot of things. I’m just stuck waking up empty and sleep empty.
I feel and care more than I should.
