Wednesday, 15 April 2015

Dead Inside

  How could I possibly express how I feel to someone who doesn't understand feelings? I could look at her, straight into her eyes and she would never understand me because how could she? She has never felt anything like this. She has never been ridiculed, bullied, beat down. She has never had to fight a day inher life for anything; the blank look is expected. I see her standing there, blurring over slowly as my eyes fill with tears and she just.... Stands there... Like a statue in the middle of a crowded park. No emotion, no feeling, no sense of any remourse because she is better than me.. Her eyes are dead because she can not see me.

I scream for her, tell her how much she hurts me, yell at the top of my lungs that I will never forgive her for the things she has put me through and.... Still nothing. Always nothing. There will never be anything behind the coldness... My screaming is for nothing. It results in nothing but a raw throat, loss of voice and rashes from the stains my tears leave upon my cheeks.

I see all of these on her but there's a difference between feeling and seeing. She has the same rashes upon her red cheeks. Her mouth opens and releases the same screams as mine does but the eyes in the mirror are dead. I guess the reflection does not lie... And I really am just trying to feel anything real. I guess I am just dead inside.

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