YOU ARE READING Numb Poetry Numb 61 2 1 by ummokaythen by ummokaythen Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story I look at my body. Cuts up my wrist. Bruises up my legs. Basically, Covered, In scars. And my face. Emotionless. I have no feeling left in me. I'm, Numb. I'm lifeless. Dead. But the worst part is, I'm still living.