today

excerpt from a story I'm writing.

today

i feel nothing. i've drank all the alcohol

i've smoked every cigarette

i've tried to vomit

i've tried to cry

but i feel nothing.

elias has left me

elias is somewhere else

elias is being a ghost in his thoughts

elias can do nothing

because he feels nothing,

but i still pull his arm over me

because i want to hear him breathe

i want him to hold me because

its supposed to feel good

but i feel nothing.

I'm in his half conscious embrace

with a little bit of a grip he has on me

my arms around his clammy body

his around my tiny waist.

i feel nothing.

hes a stranger

im a stranger.

i don't love him or anyone

i don't understand the days ahead, the days before, or

today.

"f**k"

the only thing i whisper

no meaning, no facial expression

no feelings. NOTHING.

Reviews

[ksscampos]

Captivating write. We feel nothing sometimes, sometimes the cup is half empty, but there's still water in the cup pick it up and drink it. I relate to many verses here, we have to push through and never give up. Again great write, let me move to the next, hoping they are all masterpieces such as this.