Numb part 1

This is a poem I wrote almost 2 years ago. I no longer feel this way but I think the poem is powerful and deserves to be seen.

Once again it feels as if the world has slowed down.

Everything is happening around me, yet it seems like nothing is happening at all.

Everything seems pointless, dull.

Even breathing seems forced, labored, and the desire to lay down and let the World forget about me is strong.

The World is suddenly grey, dull, and boring.

I stare blankly at nothing and wonder, "how are they so happy?"

It's always like this, it only happens once in a while, it seems to be less frequent.

In fact it hasn't been this bad in three months.

However, I fear that someday, this numb feeling will drown me completely.

Leaving me dull and dead inside.

Author's Note

Wow beginning of freshman year me had some issues. I'm much better now so yay. please review thank you.