[=Φ.Φ=]: 296.Lost

It's hard to carry on when it feels as though the very life has been stripped from your body. It's hard to smile knowing that the implications of such are just a pretense for how I really feel.

It's been dark for so long. It's been empty for even longer. I can't even begin to express the way I feel when I gaze into her eyes, and she walks silently by. It hurts like the shattered fragments of a thousand broken mirrors, piercing into my very soul.

I'm a fragile person...Fragile like a snowflake floating in the breeze. Though I try to be strong, I can't seem to get over this feeling; this negativety that's burning me whole.

Nothing seems to be real. Nothing seems tangible. Nothing seems right. All there is, is this feeling of sorrow; this tormenting knowledge that I am lost, longing to be found.