I lied.

It’s not that my mind is always empty.
It’s just that I’ve trained my mind not to think,
To stop and forcefully empty the brain.

I only wished this method worked on my heart.

My chest feels like exploding at the end of the day,
every night.

Cracked shield

When you’re fuming,
and you just lay there,
Eyes awake,
Mind restless,
With everything else breaking apart inside of you.

Lay there.

Cous if you try to move,
you will crumble.

I’m back

Evidently I reappear here whenever I hit rock bottom.

And apparently rock bottom gets deeper each time.