broken

 I am a broken vessel
water seeps through my cracks
I tried to contain a storm

it lies in a puddle on the floor
a salty sea of sadness

i am at wits end. for six months theres been something wrong with my digestive tract. i feel nauseous. i feel gluttonously full.i have no energy. theres an eerie hollowness i feel inside my torso. i’ve seen doctors, yes. but after all this time i’m still waiting for an answer. i have not lived my life for 6 months. and the straw that broke me down… my girlfriend broke up with me sunday. not because we don’t work or we’re no longer in love. because she’s in a circus and knows that she doesn’t have the time to spare that i desire from a partner. right girl wrong time. but i only have enough strength for one major problem. i cried all the way to work this morning. i’m tired of feeling like shit. i’m tired of not being able to climb, hike, ride my bike, eat without fear. i hate waking up and knowing theres no more us. i’m ready to live life again