Too Alive (numb, numb, numb)

September 26, 2012
By Anonymous

There is that itch.
That itch that is begging to be scratched.
There is that thirst.
That thirst that is aching to be quenched.
There is that fire.
That fire that must be put out.
There is that need. That need.
That want. That want.
Quench your thirst.
Your need to feel.

You're living, and breathing.
Flesh and bone.
Muscle and blood.
Flooded with these thoughts.
Nothing to drain them.
Nothing, nothing.
Prove you're alive.

Too alive.
Too alive to feel.
Numb, numb, numb.
Everything is feel, feel, feel.
Everything is blood, blood, blood.
Everything is dark, dark, dark.
Everything is black, black, black.
Nothing to see.
Nothing to hear.
Nothing to smell.
Nothing to feel.
Nothing but numb, numb, numb.

The author's comments:
I had a long, difficult battle with depression and cutting myself. I was in a horribly dark place, and I felt so numb; I couldn't even cry anymore. I cut to feel, to know I was still alive, because I couldn't tell anymore. I want people to read this poem knowing that sometimes, good things can come from terrible experiences... Writing this, and other poems/short stories, helped me to survive.

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