I don’t remember the last time I smiled. I can’t close my eyes and hear the last laugh that escaped my lips. Pieces of my former self cluttered the walls of my bedroom. My eyes dart around looking at old photographs and I pretend I don’t notice the salty wetness that is making its way down my cheeks. Memories of the last time I left my bed are fading further and further away. The heaviness in my chest is almost like someone is stepping on top of me, desperately trying to put me out of this misery.

I miss the person I once was, it feels as though everyone else believes her to be dead. I wish I could get her back somehow, but the bits and pieces of everything she was are slowly fading. I feel almost like a mirror that has been hit and shattered; the shards of glass still present, but unable to be restored to how it used to be.