numb
I remember so vividly begging to make the pain go away
but when it stopped I wanted it to come back
because now I felt nothing at all
so I dressed myself in clothes baggy and black
so maybe I could dissipear,
I want to end it all
because then maybe I will feel something other then anger and fear
I try so depreatly to make myself cry
sometimes I manage to shed a tear
the pain didn't go away, it spread to every inch of my body
until there was no more room for whimpering tears
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