and
when i go back now,
it wont be the same
who i once trusted with my deepest thoughts, fears
my only source of happiness
now mean very little, if anything to me
the boy i followed aimlessly, trying to make him fall in love with me
is now just another number on my list
my body, once pure and lively
may never recover from the hell it went through this year
the person i thought i was, who i thought i’d always be
is no longer real
now i go on to suffering in solitude in the limbo of my life
until i can return again
and find myself once more
