Hangnail

I bite my fingernails until they bleed trapped in a box, no longer cab see. Lights are overbearing don't know what to feel, days are overlapping, can't tell what's even real. I thought until I forced myself to stop I died because you left me here to rot. I try to force myself to cry, but my tear ducts are rusted shut. What's become of this man ... living in a shell and left as a husk. In trust ... we find lies In relationships ... we experience manipulations In love ... expect to encounter pain.