Anchors on my heart.

It’s really no fun when I’m in the mood where “I want to punch shit”, and then people decide to push my boundaries. I feel very empty and dull. I put a smile on my face so I can fool everyone. The girl full of life, is dead. Dead from the inside, dead all over. I’ve bound myself to control the way I feel towards things. When I finally realized I don’t, quite want to feel anything. I’ve filled myself with emptiness. It’s better than anything else for me. I’ve felt the numbness, the urge to breath. That’s not for me. I want nothing.