This.

You say you are numb, yet you feel nothing but this. This pit in the bottom of the darkest cavity in your chest. Its a neighbor to your heart. The type of neighbor that party’s like Gatsby, and lures you in to join. You are in the party now where negative adrenaline junkies get in for free.

You say you are numb, yet you feel nothing but this. This chaos forcefully bouncing up in down your insides as if a demon was trying to break free. For only moments tarots, dream catchers, and positive vibes suffice when in seconds all you see is this darkness consuming you from the inside out. This darkness that you know by face and get blinded by the only light you think you see.

You say you are numb, yet you feel nothing but this. This feeling of knowing you should move forward. Be the bigger person that you are and get up. Walk away. Remember what you had and send it off into the universe. Its only harder when you try and go back and pick up pieces that are beyond repair. Pieces that are meant to stay broken.

You say you are numb, yet you feel nothing but this. This hopelessness of waiting. Waiting for your heart to regain its composure after the coma it was shoved into by yours truly.

You.

With all these feelings, you think you would know to breathe and comme des fuckdown, but everything is irrelevant because you are numb.

You feel only this.

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