and i swear that i do have a gun :)

50%

I only feel half of what I used to.
No matter how happy.
No matter how sad.
It is only fifty percent.

Because when I cry, no tears come down.
And when I sing, I am not looking in anyone's eyes.
When I dance, I am moving without music.
And when I hold hands, everyone feels like a stranger.
I don't even care to yell or scream.

Because I remember what those things felt like.
And it just doesn't feel like that anymore.

soul. mate.