I cannot describe,
How I feel inside.
Its feels as though,
A part of me has died.
I feel nothing.
I feel numb.
I want to feel alive,
What have I become?
If only I could cut,
If only I could feel.
I want to see my blood,
It’s the only thing that’s real.
This agonizing urge,
That I keep trying to fight.
So my emotions pour out,
In this poem I write. |