Uneases

The lack of connection unravels me. Ive been broken for a long time. I silence myself, hold it all in, out of fear, out of habit. I don´t ask the right questions- so the answers I need never come. I´m not even connected to myself enough to know. I give in to the excess, food, abuse, cycles I can´t seem to break. I´m afraid to ask “why” — maybe because I already know I wont reach the answer. So I bury the question until it starts to claw its way out. Ideias, I have plenty Connections? Not so much anymore. I dive into the deep, but somewhere along the way, I lose the purpose. And without purpose, the bottom has no end. I´ve broken.