It takes 21 days to break an addiction

I am probably the worlds biggest mystery but I've never had somebody try and figure me out.

It would be beautiful for somebody to open my ribcage and not let my heart fall out, but I no longer trust man kind.

My ribcage is locked tight and my heart now sewn in. I have been talking to my razors again, and it had been months but I found out recently they were the only ones really listening.

Lately my food has not been staying in my stomach and i must admit im ashamed.

I am tired of hiding what I am from people but I dont not trust anyone anymore.

I wonder what it'd be like to leave and never come back, and I wonder what it'd be like to drive off and drift away.

I long so badly to be loved and even if its just temporary, because lately I feel so worthless and lonely.

I have yet to clean off my mirror even though I cant see myself through it, it reflects how I feel on a daily basis.

 I have yet to finish my laundry because i just cannot find any motivation, And if my poems seem shallow, pointless, and emotion-less than maybe i've finally written something from my point of view...