Numb
I miss the quiet
When my brain wasn't on fire
and I was still a person
My heart is open
so you tie it
Cutting of the circulation to every
nerve inside of my body
Saying goodbye isn't the hard part
It's filling the silence with my loud thoughts
Screaming at me from every corner of my bedroom
Echoing until it's return
and then the room is filled with silence
The sound of a pen couldn't even be heard
And now I'm numb
and the cycle continues
Self-destruct in three, two...one
This poem is about:
Me