You were feeling something,
Not necesseraly a good emotion but at least you were feeling something.
Now it's like your heart is gone,
You're supposed to be filled with cells but yet,
It's like you perceive yourself empty,
Like a ballon, full of air,
But you're not going high up in the sky
You're stuck on the ground,
You're a body without a soul,
You're not even living because all living things have a heart
And yours now is made of stone,
Your blood is still in your veins.
You can't find your pulse.
Not feeling is sometimes worst than feeling,
Because feeling makes you human,
It's a sign your pain is real,
It's a sign you're not dreaming.
Being numb, numb to everyting
It makes you think you've failed at the only thing,
You thought could only succeed at.
Being alive.
And when you're numb recurring thoughts fill your brain,
"Am I dead ?", "Am I dreaming ?"
"Do I deserve to live ?"
Numbness can hurt more than suffering sometimes.
