My hands grow numb
and tingle from standing
still all the time. And even
though my heart pounds in
my chest loud enough to be
heard three rooms over,
my body won’t leave this
bed. I know all of this is my
own fault, but I’d still like to
blame it on you if you’ll let me.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
My hands grow numb
and tingle from standing
still all the time. And even
though my heart pounds in
my chest loud enough to be
heard three rooms over,
my body won’t leave this
bed. I know all of this is my
own fault, but I’d still like to
blame it on you if you’ll let me.
