Although you are lying right next to me, I miss you.
Where has your soul fled to? You're a ghost carrying around a corpse.
Can't you see? You've killed yourself, you've lost all feeling.
Your hands are covered in your own blood and you walk around exhibiting them like they're pieces of art.
You're a pile of bones brainwashed to be numb and indestructible.
YOU ARE READING
numb
Poetry"he's colder than ice but god, he lights up a fire in my chest." a collection of sad words about numb skin and cold hearts
