NUMB

CHAINED FREEDOM

I have been set free.

I have what I want or rather what I need.

I float close to the surface.

I know I'm close to living.

But why the emptiness.

I'm cold, so freaking madly cold.

Tiny bubbles of air fill my lungs. But I don't even feel relieved.
I don't feel anything.

Maybe its the selling of my soul and heart.

Maybe its the lack of a living life.

I want to feel again. Any kind of feeling at this point. I want to feel something. Anything.

The tiny needle holding up my dress comes in handy.

I pierce in a little at first as the first drop of blood curls out.

Then I go in deeper, as I still don't feel anything.

I keep trying different spots, maybe I'd be lucky to find the right spot.

Pierce, pierce, pierce.
But still nothing.

It actually took away my pain and my soul as the price.

It actually took my weakness and my heart as the price.

I'm sure on the surface it would be worth it.