Just as it had left, I feel the warmth of happiness seep into my bones.
I am becoming me once more.
The smiles I exhibit are no longer just a facade, but genuine.
I feel relieved and motivated once more.
I can feel…
Something that I had lacked the ability to do, despite how common and easy it was for others to share this emotion.
I am Back.
In the past 6 months, I have never been happy here.
The smile I wear is only a facade.. A bad one at that.
My friends see pictures of the man I once was… And they don’t recognize me.
They say I always look mad now. They say I never show emotion.
But what emotion do I show when I feel none?
All I am is an empty shell a majority of the time.
When I’m not, sadness overcomes me, and my heart sinks with every beat.
I’m losing hope each day I spend here, but I’m running dry.
Ha. Who am I kidding.. I’m already in debt, there.
I need help. My mind is not where it should be or where it belongs.
It’s dark and cold here.
The light I once saw has become a fading memory. Maybe that’s all it was?
The hell if I know.
All I know, is it’s not safe here.
I don’t trust myself any longer.