023. change.
Good evening number 3. I'm sorry skin.
I'm slowly losing faith in myself. I don't think I'll ever return to being the happy that I once was. The laughs will soon disappear, the feelings will follow. All in all, I'll only be an empty shell. Physically alive and breathing, but inside there's nothing anymore.
Tell me honestly. Does my laugh sound real anymore? When I laugh, a piece of my heart rips I'm faking it. I'm faking everything. I'm not okay Whether I'm talking to someone online, the HAHAHAs are no more than just letters that are stuck together to form a sound of what you would call a laugh.
I know that laugh will fade away soon. I can feel it. I'll no longer be the person I was, I'll no longer smile. Because I'm already numb inside.