A familiar numbness

creeps over my soul.

I feel nothing.

But at the same time,

I feel everything.

I feel the weight of guilt,

the pain of losing a friend,

the constant struggle for acceptance,

the fear of consquences,

the sadness of being alone,

the longing for innocence.

I feel all these things.

But then again,

who am I to complain.

I feel nothing.