Broken Doll

I want it all to stop.

Do you realize that since you left I haven’t been able to listen to music — really listen — without feeling like I’m being ripped apart?

Any music, doesn’t matter. Mine. Yours. Music I loved. Music I hated. There’s always a memory, a connection, something we shared… something we never had the chance to share.

Music brings pain, silence drives me crazy. I’m exhausted but can’t stop pacing from room to room, can’t stop the restless wandering of my mind. It’s always there, in my head. I can ignore it, distract myself from it, push it away, but it’s still always there.

Yet another thing lost, another thing broken, another thing stolen from me. I love you but you weren’t worth it. And sometimes I even mean that, too.