Numb
Thrashing to escape addictions grip on me,
Making sure it doesn't succeed in sinking me.
I kick for the surface, breaking it with a gasp of relief.
Only to find I'm in the middle of nowhere, where else would I be?
The middle of no where is home to me,
and home is where the darkest hearts are said to be.
And these darkest hearts sit in the chest of those who are close.
Closest to you, meaning they know you the most.
The more they know you,
the more pain they're capable to cause.
Then again, I'd rather feel pain than feel nothing it all.
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Hospital For Souls
PoetryWe've all ran into obstacles along the this road titled "life" that have knocked us down. Left us with little or no hope. I think I can say we've all come to points in which we question what we have worth living for, anyways? Well we all have differ...
