Cry

No, this is not part of my story.

nothing is as it seems, or as it was.
suffering, hurt, pain.
all of it is hidden and buried away.
nothing is real.

sometimes the loneliness gets to me
and it hurts to be alive.
but usually, it is absent from my mind.
because usually, it hurts too much to consider.

I want to lie in bed
forever
and cry
forever

I feel like I might be sick
And I don’t really care.
I want this numbness to end
I want to feel whole again.

because the part of me that’s missing,
makes it so it hurts to live
and I feel so alone and sad
that I think the piece may be my heart.