The Numbness

I'm bleeding inside

Trapped in my mind

Where do I turn?

So that I may yet

Survive?

Do you even see

The gaping wounds,

The cuts, burses, or the breaks

That tatter my soul?

I'm lost.

Some days I feel Anger's sacred touch,

Some Days just Sad's silent scream.

But the days that are numb

Are the days that all I

Had shatters like a mirror,

Upon hitting the floor.

I'm screaming inside

CAN"T you even hear me

LOOK at me

Here on the floor

The bleeding wrists

Can't you?

WHY WON'T YOU SEE!

I'm Killing myself behind

These closed off walls

Of numbness and despair

All I want is for this lost soul

To be found.

Found in this darkened pit

That I can't seem to escape.

I have been alive in this shallow grave.

Clawing my way to the top.

But I keep falling down,

Drowning at the bottom of an endless, bottomless well.

The water is rising

Covering me

Choking me into death's sweet embrace.

Oh, Death's Sweet gentle touches.

All of those who have never been lost

Come here to see Death sooner or later

But those of the lost open arms with

Begging need,

To but stop the numbness from shattering

Us like a mirror bleeding on the floor