Numb
i don’t want to know what you think,
you don’t care, you’re mind is blowing
like the wind but eventually you sink
into your heart and it’s showing,
your incapacity to express your mind
on the true ideas that run the tracks
of the train inside your brain, find
someone they say, but it all cracks
and crumbles when you begin to wonder
what life would be like no longer lonesome,
with someone to call your one another,
but no, you stay numb
to the signals that others give,
but you ignore, and alone you live
This poem is about:
Me
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