it's gotten to the point
where everything is numb
i feel no happiness
no sorrow
i'm just
there
standing in emptiness
looking around
feeling as if i'm looking in from the outside
saying goodbye has yet to cause me pain anymore
it feels almost like a chore
i can't achieve what i want until i'm done
like a little kid
cleaning her room for $10 to get ice cream
except the room is my head
and the money is death
YOU ARE READING
You wouldn't care if i explained
PoetryJust trying to get my thoughts out before they consume me {TRIGGER WARNING- mentions of suicide and self harm}
