Don’t ask me how I’m feeling if you just doing it out of curiosity or courtesy. Come ask me that when you’re ready for the real answer. Right now, all you’ll get is an “I’m fine”.
Don’t call my phone unless you’re ready to hear the pain in my voice. You know that I’m hurting, touching my line is not worth it.
Don’t look me in the eyes if you haven’t braced yourself. See the eyes are like a window and my curtains just been ripped out. It’s something sorta like Medusa when staring into mine, only you’d wish it would turn you stone cold because what you will see is much worse. A bloodbath of massacred emotions and notions of what could have been.
Cold and alone. Dead inside I’m basically a walking tomb.