NUMB

MY PSYCHOPATHIC FRIEND

They call it peace, I call it torture.

Rest in torment

The silence killed me more than I already was and I prayed
"Wash me away and my sorrows, bury me dirt of my sins and cover me with the flowers of forbidden thoughts

I am nothing.

I have lost all I could fight for.

My limbs weak. My heart broken.
My pride....pft.....I lost that decades ago. I am but a walking vessel.

No beauty. No power.

Purify me of my weaknesses and make me whole again, for I am nothing but weak in the knees, heart and soul.

I am as invisible as the air I breath, as unnoticeable and the trees I leave.
Do not let me rise as weak, for there is nothing more I can be. Do not let me live as I done in the past, if it was ever called living.

I am broken but not beyond repair.
I am wounded but not beyond healing.
I am shattered but not beyond fixing.

So fix me, cause I have nothing left to me than to be loved for my scars, her stitches and her blood."

I fall silent again wondering if the voice is still there. "Hello?" I call out to be responded with echo's.
Damn... Those echo's, it leaves me wondering if it's there to remind me of my undying loneliness. I want to move but there's no use when there is dirt above me.

I somehow still feel the presence of the voice hovering over me like a remainder that I shall always be tormented.

Its almost darker than darkness, the voice, and I'm only a little girl for it to prey on.

"Hello?" I call out again and still met with echo's. Even though its my cracked voice it still sounds like a psychopathic monster.

Echo my psychopathic friend and Ina strange way my comforter.

The hollow echo's my psychopathic hero.