derek's poems

numb

I feel nothing but the cold wind on my skin

I feel nothing but the weather I'm stuck in

I know that everything could be alright one day

I know that once I'm there I'll never be afraid

I hear nothing but the deafening silence

I hear the air move but I can't breathe it in

I see nothing but the darkness of my eyelids

Because I don't sleep, and I've stopped dreaming

I know that this is something that I can work through

But it's so hard, I kinda want to give in to you

I smell nothing but the burning of all my hopes

I taste nothing but the bitter that has taken over me

I know nothing will ever be perfect in my life

But maybe one day I can finally be free

But for now, as I sit here writing

I stare at the night outside my window

For now I wonder why I'm here and why I'm numb

But I guess I'll never come to know

But for now, as I lay here thinking

I stare at the ceiling fan I lay below

For now I wonder what's wrong with my own head

But I guess I'll never know