Heartstrings play the same old music
It’s called numbness
The kind that has no lyrics
Just a tune of melancholy
Flowing through the valleys
Of what’s keeping the heart beating
Alive.
It’s a life, yet a lie
Foaming on the surface of my wrist
This numbness they call
Feelings unknown
To words at the throat
On top of my lungs
I screamed for help
But all came out
Simply spelled “numb”
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