numb

she lays on the unwelcoming concrete, smelling of cherry vanilla cola and pot

fingers hovering over the blood gushing from her nose, she smears it down her lips as her eyes roll back and the silence gnaws at her vociferous brain

drops of sweat percolate on the back of her neck

'you're always a victim, you're screaming it

you're a victim! you're a goddamn victim.'

there was something so terrorizing and haunting in the way she laughed at her own thoughts and slammed her fists into the gravel 

tears stream endlessly from her starry, black-lined eyes

deadpanning, she confessed to herself,

"I just want to feel something again, something within 

oh god, just rip my f*****g heart apart

anything is better than being so numb to everything, feeling absolutely nothing 

anything is better than seeing myself looking as if I've already died and went to hell

anything

anything

anything

give me anything"

Reviews

[Gabriel]

wow this is very raw and I really like it.
it's the type of poem I would write and read!