Where we were and where we stood 13

Blank faces stare at me along with the white of this room. They are emotionless faces, uncaring, untouched, too far to reach. I don't try to reach them. I stare back at them. I am one of those faces. I'm done lying to myself but my body insists I need them... They are family and they are friends. They are the closest thing I have. I think I'm running from who I'm going to become. I leave my responsibility and they lay they're with the blank faces and they just stare.