I want to be a hermit.

I want to curl up and stop feeling. My heart is done, it’s reached its limit. I’m starting to want to close everything down, making everyone far away. Too many people have ripped it out. I’ve ripped it out. I’m so dramatic right now it makes me ache. I shouldn’t write when I’m like this but I have no one to talk to, I cannot tell you this. I cannot tell him this. I cannot tell anyone. Slowly eating away at me. I feel my eyes start to close and see his face.