Numb

The pain which eats away the heart
Is much too cruel to disregard,
As every beat that lets it live
Brings out the dark like nothing did.

And helplessness engulfs the mind,
While all the joy is far behind.
The pain won’t stop, flooding the soul,
Feasting on all that’s sane or whole.

And then, at last, the numbness comes,
The pulse is still—venom and scars.
The frozen heart is thus now born,
Impossible to pierce by thorns.

Now all is well, there’s no more pain!
What? Feelings? Oh, that’s all in vain!
Why feel the pain when you can live
Without the burdens feelings bring?

Why care at all? Death will still come,
There isn’t hope for everyone.
And, come to think of it, don’t I
Deserve to suffer till I die?

– Patricia