The stench in this place was getting stronger, I didn't know if it was of me. I didn't know where it was coming from, it felt like there were dead bodies in the room. But slowly I got used to the stench, it was becoming a part of me.
My sweet perfume, I started to enjoy it and when a slight breeze took it a bit off my nose, I got pissed because it was my friend. It treated me well, all it did was smell. It did nothing wrong and I saw it as a friend.
I didn't know what morning was, I couldn't recognize the night all I knew was darkness, the world was filled with it or maybe not. Maybe all I saw was what I wanted to see, the darkness of this world. Would there be a future for me after life in this cell, in sin's hell time will tell. "Oh bloody moon, shine your light upon me..." I was fading slowly in my own memories.
How are the people I USED TO love supposed to remember me? When I have forgotten how I look like. Yes, I USED TO love because I had no more love left in me, I knew no feelings and I wish they could see me. This is the me they always threatened to bring out, the me without feelings.
I gave all my love out and I wasn't given any in return so I have nothing left in me, now I know why I am in this cell. I gave myself to sin, when the world didn't accept me for me.
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I Am Numb
PoetryAt some point in life, feeling like the world matters to you and you don't matter to it begins to feel like a norm and you just can't escape. Slowly you get eaten up by the hate fed to you by the world that you begin to feel less until suddenly, not...
