That word doesn't sit right.
Sad?
That's what this is?
Like my ribs folding in on themselves, soul crushing, a void
that can never be filled.
But we'll call it sad
because anything more
makes you feel
uncomfortable.
And that's my life-
a cycle of discomfort,
emptiness,
heartache.
So no.
I'm not sad.
Just surviving what's left.
