Here I am. I am empty. I have forgotten how to feel. Yet, I am happier than the shattered soul I was before. I walk through the crowds, wondering if I'm just a space in the groups of lost people. Few open their eyes to see the tombs of former souls. Pretty on the out side, dead on the inside. And as my cuts bleed, and my scars begged to be opened, I find peace. I found my peace in the cold, shattered emptiness of my mind and body. Let them tell me who I am, yet I've seemed to have lost myself in life...Just another space in the crowd.
April 15, 2012