Numb
It’s a daily feeling,
Wanting to go home and lay in bed,
Wanting nothing more than for the pain to end.
Laying in bed, feeling numb,
You get to think about everything you’ve done.
There is a child, down by the ocean bay, Sweet as a daisy, silent as a grave.
Her sapphire eyes glimmer as wings of fae As she sits in her chair, too late to save.