It was at that very moment, my thoughts going 100 miles a minute I realized it wasn't love that I wanted. What I wanted was to be held or for someone to just listen to me as I cry or scream over nothing to the littlest things. I sit back as I'm in the passenger seat of my moms red dodge and just think about what has happen in these last few months and question why I haven't yet gone completely insane? No one knows the answer to that but me. So my question is what is love? How can we think that a person can grow to love us? Because sometimes the person who made us doesn't or hell we don't even love ourselves, how can another person love us for who we are if we can barely stand to look at ourselves in the mirror everyday? So yes the title is "numb" because I am in fact numb to real love all I've ever gotten is fake, unless it was from my mother or daughter. I'm numb because I fall to quick and get hurt easily, I love and forgive but I don't forget.
It's okay to be numb but it's not okay to be so numb that you lose your own self love.
