Literature
Numb
Are you mad at me, you ask.
You've stopped responding.
Did I do something wrong?
I want to tell you,
But, how do I say it?
I'm not mad.
Not at you.
Never at you.
It's just...
I'm just,
Numb.
I've stopped,
Stopped feeling,
Stopped crying.
I feel nothing.
I am nothing.
And I want to talk to you but I can't find words to say,
How it feels to be like this,
Being hollow
And out of touch with everything.
I'm not mad.
Just numb.