Checked Out.

The writing has been so hard lately.
I feel like I'm all over the place these days.
Feeling unapereciated and as if maybe I should just forget about caring if feelings aren't reciprocated.
I can't sleep sometimes because I lay in bed and grow so angry that I can neither cry or scream.
My face grows red and I know what I feel, but no feelings ever escape me.
I feel a bit like a broken toy, not able to fully function.
Granted I'm not sure if the function would be debilitating or even actually semi useful.
I imagine not.
Again, I don't even know what I'm talking about; just feeling angry and wish I had better ways to express the feelings I am too tired and irritated to even begin to explain.
Sometimes I wonder what the point is, expression and what not.
Sometimes the words we use are lost and often wasted on the wrong people.
In my case I suppose their only wasted on myself.
I'm not even here today, think I checked out a while ago.