May be it's just an exaggeration ,Or mayb thats what I would like to believe
That rush I get each time I look at those pictures remind me of something, the time when I had feelings,
When I laughed because I was happy and stood silent because I was sad,
May be I am exaggerating, May be I am just poking myself, hurting myself to feel something, to believe that I am here, breathing, not dead but alive.
Yet I cant get past those feelings, those feeling of loneliness,
Those feelings of pain in me, that waters down my throat each time I get hurt, each time when the slightest things wound me,
Sometimes I feel nothing, its just this blankness,this nothing that just keeps me silent,
My mind seems so empty,infinity.