How long.
You don't know.
How long.
You don't care.
Because you can't.
There is only nothing.
No happiness.
No sadness.
No anger.
No fear.
No disgust.
No anguish.
Just numb.
It is all you feel.
Understand.
Know.
Are.
You are.
Numb.
YOU ARE READING
Glass
PoetryEveryone is glass, so easily broken, so hard to fix. Warning: This book may contain triggering subjects. Read at your own will and risk.
