How can I explain to you That the numbness isn't a lack of all emotion. It's all the emotions crushed into my tiny heart. It's bursting at the seams and I'm so overwhelmed That I don't want any of it anymore. That's what the numbness is.
You say that my body is a sacred temple. I agree. And just as Michelangelo christened the sacred Walls of the Sistine Chapel with his handiwork, So I will paint the sacred walls of my body With the hieroglyphs of my story.
My mind is infected. Something is holding it Something won't let go. Something is turning my mind black My heart black My soul black. Save me Something says no. Something is taking over. Don't save me Don't help me. Something helps me. Something is there for me. I am Something.