Numb Poem by vickie fuhriman

I no longer feel the pain
That I use to crave.
But in order to get
The same relief,
I must push harder
into my skin...

The blood comes from the gashes,
More than I would have thought...
I hope and pray that one of these times,
It will bleed too much, and I will just die.

Although I have found love
In many hearts of others,
I still connot find the one
That I need most!

The pain that comes from this,
this dividing love,
It is so unbearable!
I just want to Die!