The numb I feel
Compares to no drug.
It's as if I've been scooped out,
Of all my innards.
Or perhaps,
Smothered,
Would be a better word.
I tend to think I can't get hurt,
Tossing moments over my shoulder,
Heart heavy like a boulder.
Did they ever really know her?
Or him?
Or them,
All I am?
We became more like kin,
In the end.
Or,
Whatever sick example of family I've known.
Sad that we became hollow,
And cold.
I would have told them how I felt,
But it would have come lashing,
Like a belt.
I cared not to hurt them with final words,
So I spared them,
Let their mind do the worst,
So my voice doesn't ring in their mind,
Like theirs did all that time.
It felt like a mercy,
An attempt to be kind,
As I had no kind words left,
After they hollowed my chest.
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 2:46 PM UTC
The numb I feel
Compares to no drug.
It's as if I've been scooped out,
Of all my innards.
Or perhaps,
Smothered,
Would be a better word.
I tend to think I can't get hurt,
Tossing moments over my shoulder,
Heart heavy like a boulder.
Did they ever really know her?
Or him?
Or them,
All I am?
We became more like kin,
In the end.
Or,
Whatever sick example of family I've known.
Sad that we became hollow,
And cold.
I would have told them how I felt,
But it would have come lashing,
Like a belt.
I cared not to hurt them with final words,
So I spared them,
Let their mind do the worst,
So my voice doesn't ring in their mind,
Like theirs did all that time.
It felt like a mercy,
An attempt to be kind,
As I had no kind words left,
After they hollowed my chest.
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