Death And All His Friends

I feel like death.
I feel like I'm here but not really here.
It's been such a rough day.
Rough enough to blog twice.
His best friend hates me.
My old best friend.
Naturally I suppose.
But I am okay with that.
I'm not that cold hearted to not understand.
I'm just really hurt.
And I feel like I'm dying.
I am not taking this too well.
Sadly, I'm not.
I just want to move on in my life.
I don't want to carry this around with me.
I don't want this heavy feeling.
I'm so done already with all of this.
I feel sick to my stomach.
All the time.
I feel like sometimes I can't even breathe.
Like I'm drowning.
I feel ice cold.