Sleep comes creeping into your eyelids, tears stain your cheeks. It won’t be long until you won’t feel your heart beat.

You drown in numbness and when you awake, the pain of the memory jolts in your brain.

Staring at the ceiling with it’s chipped paint, wishing you could go back into that wasteland where you felt no pain.

Just the bliss of forgetting. Or not remembering.

You wonder how you can face the day with this hopeless bubble encasing your essence.

How can you go on living when there’s nothing in your chest pumping the blood?

Just a gaping chunk of splayed veins, their ends frayed.

Your ends frayed, as well.