Tears blur my vision, and I suddenly go blind.
I hate the realization of not knowing my mind.
I'd prefer to wait as my body goes numb,
my heart pounding harder than the beat of a drum.
I remember when emptiness seemed so surreal;
but now it's normal, and I don't want to feel.
But my nerves skyrocket at the slightest of touch;
the responsibility of emotion is becoming too much.
So I'll take out my paper, and I'll take out my pen,
and I'll draw out my feelings until I can't feel again.