I've become numb to the people around me;
Their presence doesn't matter to me anymore
I could be stabbed, hurt or punched
Go ahead!
It wouldn't make a difference to me anymore.
You could leave me,
Just like everyone else,
It wouldn't change anything in me anymore
Punch me, kill me, bury me alive
Go ahead!
It wouldn't make a difference to me anymore
Disguise yourself with a smiling mask like you always do
Just wait and watch,
I won't run away anymore.
Scar me, ridicule me, bully me;
Nothing makes a difference to me anymore.
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A Destructive Soul
شِعرThis contains both poetry and prose, often written while overthinking or severely depressed. It slowly progresses into becoming better, and highlights how I overcame depression. Hope you like it! WARNING: Trigger (self harm, suicide, rape, anxiety...
