i sit finally calm

 finally content to some point

then i feel it,

the heavy weight, in my heart, 

on my shoulders, 

the tear tracks

the emptiness

the wall, 

hours go past

"what day is it?"

"oh, did my headphones die they where at full charge"

as blood drips down my cuticle, 

down my lip

"oh, i was meant to clean my room, "

"i should do that"'

because nothing can distract me anymore

well feeling wise

Nyyx : A/N, im doing fine, it JUST a pome, but if i could dissociate i would, feeling nothing seems nice right now, i'll see you all when in next online