Feel

How I feel these days:

Nothing matters. Nil. Nihilism, maybe.
Everything is so fragile and vulnerable.
Glass shatters, raining shards, the broken pieces.
I am a broken piece, a fragment.
I fake it. I fake normalcy, I fake convention.
But God knows I break.
Just a paper cut and I bleed glass fragments.
I bleed me, losing me, dying me.
But nothing matters. Nil. Nihilism, maybe.