Poetry I'll Never Let Anyone Read

Numb

It wasn't noticeable at first.

Only when the days blurred together

And every "I love you" came out dull

Did I realize the shadow looming above me.

No, it was barely a whisper in my mind

Warning me of what's to come,

Until I couldn't hear my thoughts past the screams.

They all begged me to talk.

"Just let me in." 

If I could've helped I would,

But see, I couldn't even let myself in.

Anger was the last thing consuming me,

Making my skin crawl at the slightest touch,

But then even my blinding rage left me.

The least I could do was put on a smile,

Hoping no one would look too closely

And see the cracks forming underneath.

Though eventually I could hide those too.

Soon I was so good at hiding it

I hid it from myself the most,

Not understanding I had lost the war.

It was far too late when I had to ask

"Who am I?"

And the fine line between myself and the numbness

Faded.