Mark this one up for missed opportunity, mark it up for lesson learned. I’m painted with loneliness, stitched with shame. And if I keep swallowing these words, my heart will beat right out of my chest.
People have a way of getting lost in the world and it’s a fight, less worthy of fighting. I will get lost in the world and I’ll crawl to the realization, I’ve been numb all this time. And when I finally grasp the inadequacy of myself, I have left myself, all alone.