What am I at this point? A shell? Im sorry to anyone reading this. Again. Just so so exhausted. Like ive been turned to stone. As if ive been drowned so long I finally learned to suck in as much water as I can. Unstable. Shaking. Falling. Failing. Dying. Another list. Another beat of this heart ss it shreds me from within. This glass heart shattered. Raking down. Drawing blood. Time after time. The wounds still raw. My lungs burning with each intake of breath. Each second passed. Talking. Again. To the air, it seems. No one is here. Or is ever here. And yet again we see this pattern. Stop worrying about me at this point. Im sure it’ll be easy enough. Just.. forget about me. Everyone has. Don't worry. Im.. I’m fine. Trust me.
