My heart is an abandoned house— empty, with no one who dares to enter, except for the ghost that haunts me late at night. An abandoned house that was once a home, filled with love and laughter. Now, only silence remains— a hollow ache, a void that grows. I am that house. I let spiderwebs form in every corner of my heart, while I sit still in the center of the living room where no one lives anymore. I do not move. I only watch as the world continues without me.