Numb

it is all numb

no longer feeling

only empty space

my hands shaking

i cant breath

but who cares

it is all numb

coping through prose

i have to stop

being sick of this

unfeeling planet

i could die today

but who cares

it is all numb

only twelve fateful

years spent on this

dying earth

which i call home

i have to be

so careful

of what i say

what i do

for everyone is watching

waiting

for a mistake

one slip 

and they leave me

in the dust

but who cares

it is all numb

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