I lost him, before he was mine.

I lost him and lost myself along the way. And I keep asking myself, am I that unloveable? I feel like a ghost, unseen, untouched, cold and without any purpose. I want to sleep for what’s left of my life.

He will never share the same feelings, he’ll continue being colder and I’ll continue disappearing more and more .

I hate every inch of myself, I hate living and I surely hate emotions