With Numb Fingers I Write

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Numb from the inside out, feeling nothing, seeing nothing, hearing nothing.

Typing these words, tears streaming down my face, I regret everything.

I regret letting my heart loose, not locking it tightly enough.

I should have held onto him, and not fall in love again.

Staring at white walls, body slack, head fuzzy.

The only sound to be heard is the clicking of keys, tap tap.

My heart pounding, my cheeks wet, the only thing living is my numb fingers.

Stupid me, stupid dumb me, thinking that everything was finally good that I could be happy.

Tears falling onto the table, music turned up high to push away the hurt in my heart.

All the songs remind me of how happy I was, how you made me want to live.

Each note, word, tune, stabs a sharp knife into my back, twisting hard.

Should my mind stop, my heart freeze, that would be a blessing.

A shock, like lightning, you told me you confessed to me.

Like thunder my world spun and faltered, pounding harder and harder.

Down fell the truth, the very thing I finally now know from after so long a period of time.

No rainbow shined upon me to wipe my tears away, only more lightning and thunder and rain.

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