Cracks in the ceiling

How long would you last without even a sprinkle of emotion?
Before you’d risk it all just to be able to feel one damn thing?
While you lay down looking up
At cracks coursing through the ceiling
And listen to the crack of your jaw
Attempting to conjure any thoughts
At all
Anxiously chewing your pen waiting on the words to begin again
Knowing nothing nowhere is quick
Enough to hold the numbness at bay
The numb feeling seeping through your body as fast as poison seeps in your skin
When it covers your brain you begin
You look once again at the cracks in the ceiling
This time hoping the cracks crumble,
Cave in and bury you in the rubble
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