I've checked in, and am waiting to feel something. My light lost interest in staying at my side, so now I amble along in the dark, my mind void of emotion.
His words are noble, yet rehearsed. The want to break away over more than an exchange of texts was a distant dream to the rush of wanting to get it over with. Kind words seem rather dim on the road of explination, and a four word statement, my value was greatly diminished in not only the way I saw myself, but also the way I believed that others might see me.
Yet, I'm too proud to let myself drown in depression all due to a foolish conception of a lover's dream. So, with my head up high, I walk through the crowds of my home, praying that no one will be able to see the emptiness of my eyes, or the faux way that I show optimism.
So, I walk along a darkened path, one I cannot travel, and I lack the hand to help myself get back into the saddel.
My light is gone, as well as my confidence. But at least for now, the sorrow cannot reach me. My mind is elsewhere, on other thoughts, but still I dread the day it'll all come down to bring me to my knees.
I ask the world, and god today, will there be someone there to help me get back on my feet?
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