This Day In January

I wish I could get myself far away from all of this. The truth is, I don't actually believe I have the strength anymore for my convictions. When a year has now passed and your slate of memory has now been cleaned of me, I feel this way is officially empty. You will never see me. I know that now. And what once was my happiest moment, becomes the most challenging day for me, and only me. I realize I have to leave if I am to live. What I was, was nothing to you...I created the illusion of my worth in your eyes. I feel this weight upon me because my time is going fast. I have no strength left on this particular cold day, so I'll stay in bed and let the rain wash this day away.