on the bathroom floor

I go home to the place I miss everyday and I'm not embarrassed to say it. Because I do miss home. I like to be home. School is like a battle that flashes by so quickly you don't even have time to feel yourself bleed. By the time it's over you're only left with a stinging numbness.

What's it like to be piled with a thousand emotions everyday, only for them to be forcefully blown away and then forgotten? What's it like to be unable to say you're 'fine' and yet not able to cry? What's it like to think that you can listen and help, but instead tighten up at every instant and shrug?

And tomorrow, what if I forget? And forget and forget every single day to come?

I feel like my emotional capacity has been drained and I just can't feel for myself anymore.