Numb
it is all numb
no longer feeling
only empty space
my hands shaking
i cant breath
but who cares
it is all numb
coping through prose
i have to stop
being sick of this
unfeeling planet
i could die today
but who cares
it is all numb
only twelve fateful
years spent on this
dying earth
which i call home
i have to be
so careful
of what i say
what i do
for everyone is watching
waiting
for a mistake
one slip
and they leave me
in the dust
but who cares
it is all numb
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