Numb.

I can not cry
I can not smile
I can not yell
I can not feel

This world is making me insane
None of this is close to real

I can not sleep
I can not walk
I can not think
I can not deal

This world is making me insane
None of this is close to real

All alone
Sinking ship
Friends surround me
They can’t help me
And I’m drowning
Unable to breathe
It engulfs me
I give up

This world is making me insane
(This numbness I can not explain)
None of this is close to real
(Completely dead is how I feel)

And soon enough I will be.

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