I cannot do this anymore.

I can no longer pretend, put on a show... an act.

It may seem real though I can tell you that is most certainly is not.

It is all fake.

If I told you, you would break... whither.

You feel it. I do not feel it.

I only feel the hurt from the emptiness inside of me.

I have become accustomed the numbness within my heart.

Am I stoic, inable to love?

Am I the whole problem?

The emptiness behind my words echo in my brain and my chest.

Spoken words not truly spoken.

Maybe the more I say it, the more it will feel real? Wrong.

I must surrender and disappear to something fulfilling.

I need to abandon what I used to be so fond of.

But I cannot do that, leave you with nothing but questionable answers.