It is cold, and the greying sky has washed out even the faintest light of stars from my life. It all has no meaning anymore, nor do I. There is nothing left of me. I have broken apart into a million tiny shards. Inside, there is vacancy, a great hollow emptiness that it seems can never be filled. Has it all till now been only but a dream? I thought once that I had them. Dreams of a life that had substance, importance and bliss. All I have now is the hope to make it through today. What I was is no more. I am dead inside, thorns twirl around my heart and bleed it dry. I dont want anything of love, nor hate, nor happiness or sadness....I just am....an empty shell. I wander through this meaningless existence, my name is mother, mom, mommy and it is all I shall ever be. Erased from the chalkboard and blown away with the dust.
