empty and broken

I have become an empty shell. There is nothing left inside of me, but broken pieces that i am struggling to piece back together. My eyes are looking, but i’m not “there”. I’m everywhere but “there”. 

I’m shutting down. Sitting in my own silence, nodding and doing all the right things. I’m on auto pilot whilst my head fucks off and plays with the dark fairies.

My heart is beating, but that too is empty. It’s pumping poison around this body of mine. My heart is being squeezed with thorny vines that i cannot break or escape from. My wriggles are useless, i’m trapped.





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