I'm A Lost Girl

Have I felt anything?I wander alone as the lost girl I am. I'm invisible, lost, and numb, in a sea of people. Faces flash by, names are lost and I remain. I show that I'm numb to things people say about me, but they don't see the blackened dead heart bleeding red from the silent wounds they have given me.
My heart has bleed a long red river in my memories. It is nothing new to the deadly numb lands that I have wandered. Death itself is my friend in lonely times. The one I can trust with my life. When the world is harsh and whips it razpr sharp words at me, my friend death welcomes me with open arms as I happily run to them
I walk the lands of limbo, half dead and half alive, never fully feeling the people around me who claim to love me for who I am. I can hear the whispers of the lies and the truth that speaks for the person who has said nothing. To hear the truth and have the lies trap their souls and await their death.