I feel as if almost everyone has experienced death at least once in their life.
Possibly a family member, friend, pet.
But how about your soul?
Is that still alive?
I feel as if mine is hardly there anymore.
This constant feeling of numbness with a beating pulse, but as it beats slower the more empty I feel.
I can laugh and cry and function just like everyone else.
But in reality I’m a walking dead girl.
Barely holding on.
But holding onto what?
To the hope I have that maybe one day I won’t feel this way anymore.
That maybe my golden heart will feel like it’s beating again.
I do not believe in religion.
However I do believe that everything happens for a reason.
And maybe, just maybe there is a purpose behind all the bad.
To make me stronger, braver, and willing to wait for the good.
And that’s how I believe we’re supposed to think.
We just have to have hope.