Numb Poem by Nebil Elias

A hectic day

I wonder if it will continue this way
Where I have to stop myself and doubt it every day

Or I have to rush to the bathroom to let the suffocated tears out
And wash the blood that comes out of my mouth

Or cut myself through weekends so I release what's within me
Thoughts in my head are heavier than it seems to be

Or simply distance myself so no one sees that I exist
Guess this is the only choice because I know I will never be missed

Will I die at the end and riot in my grave?
Or will be there a savior to take me out of this place?