Floating.
Numb, wading through an endless abyss of
nothing but darkness and torment,
nothing but coldness and torture.
Numbness; lack of.
But this kind, is different; worse.
Whispers in your ear,
Questioning your existence,
Your capability.
Push, pull, throw, tug.
The numbness is something
that seeps through you,
filling every corner,
crook,
cranny.
It's different to each person,
for some, a fiery sensation that nulls their senses,
dampens the emotions,
for others,
an icy coldness,
starting at your fingertips and moving upwards
slowly,
slowly.
The ultimate goal is the same, no matter the different sensations;
to relieve you of emotion altogether, and feeling too,
whether it be touch
or psychological.
Many have a reason for the alleviation of pain,
however,
equally as many, simply do not.
And sometimes, it gets too much.
Sometimes you can't take it anymore.
Sometimes it gets to the point where you'd rather take one too many pills or 'forget' your meds altogether and welcome the bittersweet sleep that is death.
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After Dark
RandomA collection of thoughts and emotions that start to surface and accumulate in the hours proceeding sunset and prevent us from the restless slumber that we so long and wish for.