I have felt so alone that the hole inside felt like a never ending afterlife. An after thought of what should have been, I became a reflection of a better me that I will never be. I watched as he talked and walked the way I do, but he is not me. He is the image that shattered when I was dipped in reality. Finding my edge at last, I found no one there to carry me further. I tip toed to the line that someone else had drawn and looked down into myself. I was truly alone then.
I’ve never felt so alone.