Hangnail

I bite my fingernails until they bleed Trapped in a box, no longer can see. Lights are over-bearing Don't know what to feel, Days are overlapping, can't tell what's 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... expected to encounter pain