Empty
Pulled out of my chest, thrown onto the floor, and ground into nothing. But it's my fault... I'm the only one who can seal my own fate and yet I feel so helpless and hopeless. My future has been decided and I'm not okay. I'll pretend I am because that'll be the best for everyone: they don't even know that I'm dying inside. Tears stream down my face as I face each day, knowing that I have to put on a facade, knowing that only they know. I've made them helpless to watch. I'm suffering, sure, but at least they're happy. At least they're fine.