​Numb

I used to write using emotions.
Feelings to words to share to you.

But lately the pattern’s broken.
I’ve got no feelings to do what I do.

Numb is the word they choose to use.
Though, it doesn’t clearly explain my lack.

I lack the life to bring a message.
Fiction to non, metaphor to fact.

Here is a poem about depression.
I want to die, share my pain.

Here is a poem about betrayal.
I hurt my friend, feel my shame.

Simple descriptions of normal life.
The words aren’t explaining agony.

They don’t explain the urgency.
Pitiful excuses for deliberate poetry.

But whilst my mouth is gone,
I will talk through my eyes.

I can see I am surrounded but lonely.
I can see I am what I despise.

People relate to the horrible things,
The most common solution is “same for me.”

I don’t talk to people I love or trust,
It’s a transaction of affection for therapy.

If you relate to the numb,
Tell a friend whilst there’s time.

I know I won’t, however.
I know I am fine.