Dead at heart

That feeling you get when reality sinks in. It’s real.

It is a feeling that you just cannot shake.

Almost like wave after wave of guilt. But for what. Being alive?

Not being able to drag yourself out of bed in the morning because The dream you were having was so much nicer than being awake.

It’s spending hours staring into the void with a blank mind.

You don’t want to work anymore as that means having to go out and be around people.

Trust becomes a rarity as everyone seems to be out to get you.

You begin to feel as though you are the source of everyone’s problems.

There is but one solution but you can’t take that step.

Not out of fear but out of the love you still feel for what you know would cause endless pain for the people that you feel betrayed you.

So what is left but an empty shell of a person. Dead inside.