They called you a psycho,
No ability to react anymore.
Through words and fist they made you numb.
Numb to the feelings they once created.
It was gradual and slow,
Like walking on a broken foot.
They stopped growing like a finger cut from the hand.
Your mind went cold to save yourself.
It refused to submit to their torcher.
To submit to the pain no longer.
You were pushed into silence,
Pushed into a shell of your own skin.
Till someone relights your fire,
Thaws your frozen heart.
Through days and weeks you recover,
Learning all that you had lost.
Now the cold has come again and you have no more protection.
You need to learn to face the weather but bite is getting worse.
Now you long for the days when you were numb through day night.
For living in a shell is better then riding in a hearse.
