If it gets better, I don't know how.
I just feel so...broken.
The pieces are scattered so far and wide I don't think I can ever find them and put them back together, and if I had the ability to keep them together in the first place, I wouldn't have lost them, now, would I?
I've been little better than the walking dead for most of the last four years or so...the moments of life that feel as though they suddenly exist in colour and everything else before then has been black and white few and far between, and fleeting. And there were few enough of those moments in the four years before that, but I can still remember extended periods of being well aware that I was indeed still alive. Now, for the most part, it just seems like I'm dead, and simply waiting for my body to realize it.
I've forgotten how to live.
The pieces are scattered so far and wide I don't think I can ever find them and put them back together, and if I had the ability to keep them together in the first place, I wouldn't have lost them, now, would I?
I've been little better than the walking dead for most of the last four years or so...the moments of life that feel as though they suddenly exist in colour and everything else before then has been black and white few and far between, and fleeting. And there were few enough of those moments in the four years before that, but I can still remember extended periods of being well aware that I was indeed still alive. Now, for the most part, it just seems like I'm dead, and simply waiting for my body to realize it.
I've forgotten how to live.