stuck on reverse

It's five pm...and my mind has been idle since the last time I really talked to you. I keep doing things just to get by but then it all fails me. There's nothing left to do. I sit here lit another stick, try to focus on things I really should be worrying about but then it only serves me well for a few seconds or so. And then I feel so broken once again. Maybe I should really try those things written there instead of staring at it blankly.
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I wish every neuron filled with you just self-destruct...
or maybe I could just sell my heart for 5 cents or less.