paints of red,
tears of gold,
skin is blue,
body cold.

starving herself,
crying by choice,
no one wants to
hear her voice.

it's sweaty like skin;
you float in like fog,
and tell me that
everything will be okay,
that the past doesn't matter.
only now.

I love falls asleep
next to you,
with your arms around my
shoulder,
brushing my hair.

I love hearing you
say those three words
that every girl would
love to hear,
and I love
loving you.

I gaze outside
at this bright yellow moon,
and can't help
but think of you.

i am numb,
but it isn’t the good kind,
when you don’t feel anything,
that the only only think you’re feeling
is death.

i’m so numb
that i just want to start caring again.
numbness is
        the prickling on my skin
        i feel when i cry
                                           or
        the sensation of my hands
      balled up in my chest when i’m waking
                                         down.

i want to get rid
of this n u m b n e s s,
but i don’t know how.

*h e l p m e .