11/5/25

Floating.

I feel as though I am floating. Not high enough where my problems can't reach me, but high enough to where I can't do anything about them.

Isn't that just sad?

Tonight's a night like many others, and more nights like tonight will continue. They won't go away.

Shaking.

Crying.

People dancing around me and im just here,

Helpless.

I said sorry again, repeated it until I sobbed even more. Im sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. You may not forgive me, and that's fine, but I will never forgive you.

I will never forgive you for leaving me, leaving me alone when I had no one else. Leaving me when I haven't seen you and I can't even go to say goodbye.

Isn't that sad?

I will never forgive you for leaving me alone in the night, for me to wake up and find you gone. Leaving me when I needed you more than oxygen. 

Isn't that sad?

I cry and cry until the tears dry out. Now im numb again. An empty void of nothing. Just floating there, midst it all. Not above nor below. Just existing and not existing at the same time.

If I go there, I dont know if I'll come back. If I dont go, I dont know if I'll survive.

Isn't that sad?