I'm numb to all good emotions.
The days go by, and I can't even name then.
Is today another day of the week?
Or is it simply the next day?
I sleep a lot.
Time flies behind my eyelids as I go through the stages of sleep.
When I wake up, I somehow always feel more exhausted than the last "day" if I can even call it that?
What is today anyway?
What day of the week?
What day of the month?
How long have I been here,
Numb to all good?
It feels as if...if I make the tiniest movement to do something,
I am stabbed and pricked at all over my body.
There's a hole inside myself that cannot be filled..
I do not know how to feel good,
It seems as if I am not allowed to know,
For I,
I am numb.
