Emptied.

I always tell myself how pain is fuel.
That's how I dealt with all that has happen. Or maybe I wish I did.

I never knew that recovery was this exhausting.
I think that recovery from heartbreak is simply a state of mind.
I still do stand by it.

But I have troubles recovering from a state of mind.

While I was drowning I kept myself afloat,
And now that I am afloat I had no place to go.
I did not want to return home, neither did I want to go anywhere.

I kept crying and crying,
as if the ocean wasn't made of tears.

I drift away, and towards somewhere
just holding on with what I have;
made of emptied heart.