I'm really, really, really, really, really, really, NOT okay.

The Broken Hearted

I could've walked around the world that night. Numb to the feeling of the frigid air. Numb to the feeling of my tired feet aching. Numb to the hunger and thirst that would normally control my body. Numb to all of my desperate thoughts. And numb to the feelings trying to find their way inside and tear me apart. I could've walked around the world that night while the sky cried down on me. Cried as I had been doing for so long; but not anymore. No, I didn't want to feel anymore. I was numb. I was ready to walk myself out of existence. To disappear where no one could ever find me again. But you whispered your way into my thoughts, whispered that I need to come home. You told me that there are people who need me and I can't go quite yet. Whispered to me that I need to feel something. So I did.

I could've walked around the world that night and never stopped. But you brought me back.