NUMB
I'm numb.
I feel nothing.
I wish I could feel something.
I can't.
I don't.
I won't.
As numb as you are when you're dead.
Or
making themselves a tiger.
I'm immune to the pain, it seems.
I hate it.
But it helps.
It's a way of coping.
Nobody seems to notice how numb I have become.
No-one really cares though, let's be real here.
I'm numb.
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Puisi⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ A collection of memories, in form of poems and short stories Poems don't always have to rhyme do they?
