It feels like doom and salt being rubbed into the shrapnel wounds of a broken heart

It feels like that sinking feeling in your stomach, sinking further still, until your drowning in your own guilt and misery

It feels like a heavy chest and gasping for air, each breath an attempt to regain some composure

It feels like teary eyes, and that sting, the gulp, just before you cry

It feels like no energy, not even for auto-pilot

It feels like no care, not even if you lose it all

It feels like no hope, not even when you're being assured it'll get better

It feels like no life, but also not wanting to die.

A life in purgatory, a death in life.