Numb Poem by Nancy Chanthakoun
Numb
A thick stream of red
Flows out of me
I think I’m dead
God help me please
Tears blur my sight
The pain comes in full
Hoping to win this fight
But everything’s so dull
And now my heart
Becomes nothing more
Than something sharp
To cause more war
Between me and myself
This war rages on
With nobody to help
Because I’m so gone
I hold onto the life
They have created
A strand sharp as a knife
Than can be depleted
Never hoping again
In fear of agony
Hating the pain
Hating everything
This is my life
Standing on the edge
Waiting for the push
Waiting for the end
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4/24/2024 1:08:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Are you a teenager? Listen to me.. It does get better.. Take up jogging. It will help to clear your head and make you feel better. We all went through these types of feelings when we were younger. I like that you are able to pen them and hopefully that's where they'll stay. Good Luck.