23

I'm numb and don't know what to do with myself. I can fake cheerful in a matter of seconds but as soon as the moment is over I go back to what I was before. I stare at nothing. I don't look many in the face. I look for comfort in the leaning on a shoulder or a calm and peaceful voice. I lost a familar life this week. Not my own but one that will always be part of me. A family member. A friend. A storyteller. A memorable voice. I will miss them greatly and until I fully process, I am left numb and not myself.
The End.

22

When I look in the mirror I see a ghost. The ghost is me.
I'm pale and white, and as I look more closely I have no colour in my cheeks.
My eyes are open, but the soul they guard looks empty.
Not a single expression can made forced onto my face.
I am lifeless.
I am scared as hell.
I don't want this to be the end of the body that I'm praying for.
It leaves me empty, with little hope.
When I look in the mirror I am a ghost.

The End.