What do you do when you cannot escape the hurt?
It is an endless aching emptiness inside me.
I feel everything magnified 100 times over.
Time passes and blurs together.
I lose track of time if I don’t write things down
But writing “everything is too much” on each page feels pointless.
I can’t remember the last time I was happy.
Wasn’t it just June?
I avoided the daylight even better then.
The seasons don’t change within me.
It always feels like winter.