It's so cold in this house now. I've tried packing up your things, but I'm so tired. It's late in the afternoon and the sun is shining, but all I see is darkness. The curtains are closed, the blinds drawn shut. I'll stay here alone in this dark mess I have created.
I tried to open the doors for fresh air, but the nagging sound of birds chirping and children playing was far too much to take. I don't want to hear happy when I'm not.
I'm hurt. Just so hurt. Every hour going by the pain increases.
Abandoned. Alone. Left to deal with myself.
All I want to do is sleep. Sleep the day away, sleep the week away, sleep the month and the year away.
Maybe when I wake up, I'll realize it was all just a bad dream. Maybe, you'll come back.
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