I am numb
—without life
flowing in my veins
I lost the feeling
in my hands
—in my heart—
I am numb
—watching the world
move on without me
I am tired
—without mirth
fueling my soul
I lost the joy
in my journey
—in my path—
I am tired
—barely scraping
the ends of my means
I am dead
—without chance
to lift myself up
I lost the blood
in my skin
—in my grasp—
I am dead
—striding with people
who will forget me
I keep saying
—over and over—
I keep muttering
—shouting—
I am numb,
tired, dead—
But nobody hears
Rather, nobody chose
to listen
no matter how hard I scream
nor how soft I whisper
Perhaps, I am numb
I am tired
I am dead
without anything
to save me
because I won't even
bother saving myself