March 30th, 2015by Streamers
It eats away at you. It leaves you an empty shell. A hollow pit of emptiness.
All you want to do is feel again. Anything just feel. Escape the numbness.
You start something, but motivation leaves just as soon as it comes. And then you’re back where you started.
You make a promise, to not let it win, but your fingers are crossed behind your back.
And at night, when you’re all alone, it wins.