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.

You think about your day,

And how it all went wrong,

Wishing someone knew what was going on.

Your friends all ask you,

If you’re doing ok,

And you just say you’re tired.

The truth is that you really are tired.

Tired of never being someones number one,

Tired of never getting anything done.

You’re tired of chaos,and family drama,

And you’re tired of the lies and all the bad karma

You’re tired of always feeling so numb,

And tired of always being a no-one.

You hide your emotions underneath the “happiest life”,

And you hide your tears, beneath the joyous smile.

You tell your friends that you’ll be fine,

And they say ok and leave for a while

The real truth to the matter,

Is that you’re really not fine,

Telling everyone that you’re fine,

Is a desperate cry for help,

That no one ever hears.

You wish they would hear your cries,

And come to your aid,

But your cries fade away as the pressures get too high.

You try to cope by talking to the ones,

Who said they’d always be there,

But the reality is,

They never truly cared.

You think how they used to be there,

And then how you pushed them away,

And gave up all hope.

They try to reach out,

But by then its too late.

You’ve already cut too deep,

And your life starts to fade.

You think of the reasons you should’ve stayed,

Then realize no one really cares.

You make peace with yourself,

As the warmth runs down your wrists,

And you say you’re sorry,

As your vision fades out.