I arrive to the point I become numb because of the pain.
The voices inside my head turn into familiar company.
Solitude is not something new.
I feel lonely in a way it doesn't surprise me anymore.
Does it really get better?
Or I'm just used to it?
To the pain
The madness
And the silence.
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC
I arrive to the point I become numb because of the pain.
The voices inside my head turn into familiar company.
Solitude is not something new.
I feel lonely in a way it doesn't surprise me anymore.
Does it really get better?
Or I'm just used to it?
To the pain
The madness
And the silence.
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