Worn-out.

Just like that favorite shirt, convenient to use but never special. You keep wearing it because you are comforted every time so you wash it and wear it and wash it and wear it until one day all the fabric's worth is just to dry your feet. Then the next day, you'll be ready to throw it away because you got another favorite to wear out. That's a cycle of a fabric's worth with a person's wearing. Sometimes it goes the same with feelings.

But feelings are all the same - it's in the mind. That chemical substance produced when you are nervous is the same as when you are excited. I have that inkling for love and hatred. And while you hide in your shell you secretly leak your wound but the more you leak, the more it bleeds. You wish you could just roll your shell away with your bleeding piece but you're not just worn-out, you're drained. Then you hope the morrow you'll never gonna see.