Empty

Empty. That’s all I feel. I wanna scream, I wanna cry, I wanna feel. But I can’t. I feel so drained. I feel like crying. I feel like screaming. But I just can’t. I’m losing my one reason for living. I wrote him a letter. Those might be my last words to him. That might be the last time I’m near him. The last time I look at him. The last time he looks at me. The final moment of us being friends. My heart hurts. It’s already so shattered, it can’t break into tinier pieces. I feel way too much. But at the same time, I feel nothing at all. I want his voice, I want his hugs, I want his warmth. I want him. But I can’t have him anymore. There’s no “us” anymore. I hate it. I feel drained. Completely, utterly, empty.