Numb

The thin razor seems so heavy

It's like I'm becoming weaker and weaker

The more I try to lift my arm, the more I whimper

I just might hold my breath for as long as my body will let me

Or just toss the back of my head against the concrete walls

I know for sure that I am unable to walk

Or even move my feet at all

These chains seem to grow tighter and tighter

Physically, I've given up

But my mentality doesn't know it

I don't have the ability to contain the pain 

Nor the understanding capacity to know how to put an end to it

As I'm writing, I'm becoming more and more confused

Why am I so weak? 

How did I let another human being take my morality away?

Come to think of it; when have I become so numb?

And how much anger do I have in order to make this struggle worth it?