What will it take to feel again?
Something other than the feel of skin on skin.
This non-emotional mess that I'm living in.
Will I ever feel the kind of love that makes your knees weak,
or the bone deep hatred that makes your soul weep?
Must I be numb to all the things that supposedly make life beautiful?
Grass so green that it brings tears to your eyes, the laughter of a child and the preciousness of their smiles..
What is wrong with me?
I want to know what it's like to feel human.
The only thing I feel is tired, tired of pretending.
My smiles are so fake, a **** star would be impressed.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
What will it take to feel again?
Something other than the feel of skin on skin.
This non-emotional mess that I'm living in.
Will I ever feel the kind of love that makes your knees weak,
or the bone deep hatred that makes your soul weep?
Must I be numb to all the things that supposedly make life beautiful?
Grass so green that it brings tears to your eyes, the laughter of a child and the preciousness of their smiles..
What is wrong with me?
I want to know what it's like to feel human.
The only thing I feel is tired, tired of pretending.
My smiles are so fake, a **** star would be impressed.
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