My heart heaves a sigh - I've let go and
suddenly feel
empty-handed.

Maybe it's better off this way; I finally feel pain,
instead of this euphoric dream.

I feel free, but it hurts. I want something - something assuring.
But it doesn't feel right to be pretending that things are any different.
Because I'm just living one, big, stupid lie.

I feel foolish to think I was the only one when I'm not. I'm not.
I want to be, wish I could be - but I can't. Cannot.

Empedocles