Chilling
A cold feeling went through me
Familiar yet not
Maybe it's the same and I'm different
It makes me frown
My brow furrow
Tears behind eyes that will likely never fall
I watch many others
And I can't help but wonder
Why they can't comprehend this pain and numbness
It's more than just a passing thought
A fleeting feeling
It's a part of me, and it has been for a long time
It kills me on the inside
I can't seem to stop it
And theres mot a whole lot of me left
It's serious as a heart attack
Painful as a bleeding gash
Yet it's written off as little more than selfishness
It moves ever onward
But I'm slowing down
Will it be a crash or a whisper?
Remember who I am and what it is
Because you will surely forget
since the difference is nearly imperceivable
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