Are you still with me?

What do you call this stage?

The stage where my fuel runs low? The stage where I build up the courage to take a step out of this hole? Or the stage where you don't exist in my life anymore?

Badai's words still ring in my head till this very day. I've been thinking hard. I've been thinking a lot. I've been thinking more than I ever should.

I don't know what stage this is, but numbness over misery any day.

Feels like we're more than broken, with every passing moment.
Remember when you said the way you felt with me was something like a dream unlike anything?
Well with the way you're staring at me recently, it's like you don't even recognize me.