Sometimes
I just run out
I feel too much
And I’m left numb

No more
Happiness
Sadness
Fear
Anger
Love
Hatred
Motivation

It just runs out

I’m left a shell of a person
I lose sight of my life
And my will to live

I push myself away from others
Until some shred of feeling returns
And I go back out
To the world
To be battered and attacked once more