Numbness...I don't want the numbness to go away. Because when I'm not numb I'm in pain. I can't feel the newest gaping wound in my tiny punctured heart through the numbness. My head pounds, my hands get clammy, my eyes sting, and the hole that used to be a merely punctured heart throbs. I've been let down in the past but this time the punctures in my heart tore it apart. There is nothing now. Nothing but the shattered remains of what used to be a heart. The sharp shards that penetrate my insides.
The only reminder that I'm still alive. The numbness takes away the lively feeling. Until another shard pokes at my insides reminding me of everything. Everything that was, or was going to be. No, everything that should have been. But never, will never be. But I do not turn for help, in any form. Not friends, family, physical pain, drugs, nothing. The pain would just return and punish me for trying to make it go away. Only the numbness takes it away. I will always remember that I Wasn't good enough, it was my fault. He said so himself. This one actually told me he loved me, he cared for me and he wanted me to be happy.
But it was all sick, cruel lies. To see me suffer before we were even together, before i could feel whole. All he left was numbness. I love the numbness, it reminds me that i can let go. I can hide myself in numbness. Blissful, empty, numbness.
