Numb

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"Numb"...

Such a strange feeling...

...to feel nothing at all...

To know what it's like to not feel the ground at the fall...

What would happen, hit after hit, would they tease me...?

Or would they call it quits?

It doesn't matter anyway...

I can't feel it...

No matter how hard the hit is...

Please...

Someone...

Save me from the nothingness I feel...

Or I'll be all alone...

...left with the voices' screaming in my ear...

I'm not healing...

My heart, I'm sealing...

I don't want to feel this pain anymore...

Because it is, my soul that's sore...

Everyday is a living Hell...

Not that, you could tell...

You don't see the pain in my eyes...

You see nothing...

But a lazy, deprived guy...

I'm always emotionless, it's my expression...

But it looks so sad...what does that tell them...?

That I'm always sad?

That the voices are bad ?

No...

It tells them...I've lost the happiness I had...

I used to be such a bright child, filled with belief...

That was before, I became a toy...and I was filled with grief...

...but they don't see that...the child in me...

...they've never seen me chipper...they never tried to make me...

But it doesn't matter...not at all...

Because they can't see...that I feel nothing at the fall...

I just hope...this Hell inside my head...

...that fills me with dread...

I hope that I will eventually overcome...

...After all...I am just...

...numb...


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