Numb

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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