Becoming numb to your own emotions is like putting a blanket on a puddle.
Imagine you sit on this blanket. At first, it's soft and warm as if the puddle doesn't exist. You lay your back against the fabric and close your eyes, knowing your skin is safe from the cold wetness below.
It's only a matter of time before the water begins to seep in. The soft fabric absorbing drop by drop as you lay there. Each moment that passes slowly becomes more uncomfortable as a wet spot forms against your back.
The blanket slowly begins to turn soggy.
The once warm thick fabric was turning thin and cold as it begins to cling to your skin. The barrier you placed was temporary and you can do nothing as you watch it wear away.
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You can only be numb for so long until what your hiding rises to the surface.
I fear when it will rise.
I don't think I'm ready to feel again.
I haven't earned it.
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Dark skinned Dreams
RandomJust trying to find myself and my place. Just trying to find peace. People told me I should make a diary and this is it. It's all personal thoughts and feelings I hope that I'm not alone in feeling. Major trigger warning ahead.
