What do I do? Who can I hold onto so I can prevent myself from drifting into the void? There is no one here for me. No one. I am alone. Who can I reach out to? I have no one left. Everyone is busy with their own lives. I know he sees something is quite obviously wrong, but he doesn't care. He has his own dreams, his own goals, that he's busy with. Too busy for me. Too busy to make sure I am okay. Too busy for the one he claims to "love". So in the end, I am alone. I am the feather drifting slowly but surely into the black void of summer.
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