Jacob Motley

Going Numb

Blood stained hands write these words on this paper.
A note of death, beholding the hate I've been through.
Leaving me shattered and broken.
I lie dying here today.

As it stands, I have nothing left to live for.
Nowhere to go, no one to turn to.
My soul aches for the love I've never known.
I yearn for the attention I now need.

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