its a beautiful serenity
beginnings tend to be
my torture numbed, my landscape free
i felt whole i felt open
no crying, no lying
i am weightless i have room
i can walk,  i've left my tomb
i smell, i can be
as time goes on
numbness  no longer feels free
this little yellow pill grew legs inside of me
i used these legs to run to deep dark corners inside my being
i thought hiding would end it, no more suffering
i could cry until im aching
i could yell my lungs sore
but i always feel trapped
someone locked the door
ive been here before
this world disrupted
im not sure which is better
the numbness or the sting