My Senses are Alive, But am I?

The teardrop feels cold against my cheek

I sit here, still

Listening to the sound of silence

My sadness echoes; it’s deafening

My skin feels cold to the touch

Like the dead of the night

I can’t move. I’m frozen

I long for the touch of love

But the warmth hurts me

I grasp the hot mug with my icy hands

I take a sip. It burns me

But the pain comforts me

It tastes only of the salt of my tears

It smells of empty feelings

Nothing good happens to me

I drop the mug. It spills like my hopes

That’s how quickly my happiness dies

I’m alone with my thoughts again

The cold air hits the back of my neck

It’s sharp, like a jolt of lightning

Bringing the rain of tears again

The pain is louder than thunder

I can’t hear myself cry. I’m numb.