Not Really The Prompt
Pain, suffocating gripping at my heart dragging it down in an endless abiss.
Tears flow from my heart but my eyes are dry.
I want to cry. I can’t.
It feels as if I were merely a spectator as life walks past and I feel useless. As if the world is coming in and I can’t do anything to stop its
And the best part is, I don’t even care. Not anymore.