numb

i spend the day out, enjoying my time,

and when i come home, i slowly find,

that all of my soul comes not from the heart,

but in the place where it wakes and starts.

i go spend time with one of my friends,

and when she leaves, i feel numb again.

i go back home, and feel the despair,

i’m not alone, but nobody’s there.

i shake and i cry in my little room,

the one where i grew up, made many tunes.

the songs that once felt oh so joyous,

now turn into a melancholy chorus.

i sit on my bed, needle in hand,

ready to finally take a stand,

against the life that has made me struggle,

my emotions fall into a lonely puddle.

a flick of the wrist,

i tear at my skin,

i lose all my wits,

my feelings run thin.

the blood starts to trickle,

pool up and run,

i feel oh so fickle,

as i think of the fun.

the things that used to make me laugh,

now are gone, have sadly passed.

i think of my best friends,

they’re all that i have,

as i wait for the end,

i start to feel glad.

but what is such feeling?

i started so numb?

it’s called living, dear,

and you’ve only begun.