Ӏօѵҽ ʍҽ, Ӏօѵҽ ʍҽ (յɑՏԹҽɾ ʍҍ/Տ)

Sock

I have one sock that's longer than the other.
It's because I'm missing a foot.

I accidentally stepped in the lake.
I melt in water.

It's like the Wicked Witch of the West in Wizard of Oz, except that's not true. This, however, is. I cannot survive in water. Not that I'm alive.

I want to feel again.
I can't feel.
Not even love. Or sadness. Or loneliness. I've become a sociopath towards everyone except David. But even then, I can't feel for him either. Not even if I tried.
And trust me, I have.

I miss the ability to feel. And cry. And smile. I still can do both, but it's meaningless to me.

I used to want to die.
But now, I want to live.
God, what have I done to deserve this?