Numb

Numb short poem

People are hurting me.

I just sit there and don’t feel a thing.

They have all murdered me

to not care about anything

There are weights on my shoulders.

Invisible and harmless, they are.

It’s like I’ve grown older.

I’m no longer in war.

I shunned my battles.

I lifted up into the foggy skies.

Roaming free like cattle.

Nothing’s wrong. Nothings right.

Colors used to fade.

Now I’m fine. It’s okay.

Darkness used to shade.

It’s been better since I ran away.

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Aliciä Serrańo

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I once was walking in the dark , I thought I was living the life. Thank goodness for Rehab. They started to set thing right, It was there I found The Lord and and saw the Light. Now these poems I started to see and hear. When they come in sight I write. Thank You LORD. Now all the other, the past is, how they put it. Just water under the bridge. GONE. Never to return. Now I am Just a laid back kind of girl, Who's about to spread her wings and fly away to a brighter day.
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Rocean Sharma
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Thats beautiful…!!

Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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So intriguing. Running away to have freedom is not bad.

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