I have nothing to say
& that's because I've been asleep for days
The scariest knowledge that I ever gained
was the idea that I can numb my own pain
Now I'm digging rusty nails into my veins
just to wake so I can climb away
It's 4 AM and every butterfly is dead
beneath my ribs, every one with broken wings
from all those times they flew up my spine &
were knocked back down with Xanax & wine
I felt them struggle for a few years before
I felt them give in & now I ache to
resurrect every single one
Numb is right when the burn
is too real but do you know what
it's like to laugh & not feel?