We feel numb to the things we see
Over and over again
I'm numb to the feeling of comfort
Destruction is comforting
Therefore
I'm numb to the fact
That this could very well take me
The only thing that comes to mind
Is a strong desire to comfort
So used to numbing my emotions
By bones and a scale
That seems to be with me
The moment i can open my eyes
And see the sunlight through
My bedroom window
The lingering thought
In the back of my mind
I cannot be like this forever
I will soon discover what it's like
To take the wool off my eyes
With my eyes open
To learn to be content
With living happy and healthy
Soon figuring out
That i no longer
Need a reason to numb
The thing i thought was horrifying
Happens to be the thing
That unlocks the change
From a life praying for my last breath
My last sentence would be
"At least i'm finally skinny"