Numb
You walked away
It doesn't hurt
My palms and knees bleed
It doesn't hurt
My throat is raw from screaming out your name
It doesn't hurt
My eyes sting and my vision blurs
It doesn't hurt
My chest pounds
It doesn't hurt
My lungs take in short, sharp breaths
It doesn't hurt
My stomach is filled with violent twists and turns
It doesn't hurt
My hands dig into the cold, grassy Earth
It doesn't hurt
Twigs and brambles bite into my skin
It doesn't hurt
I collapse onto the ground
It doesn't hurt
My eyes shut and I let the sleepy vines take me
It doesn't hurt
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