Numb

I can't feel.

It's not because I don't want to.

It's because of my past.

My past has scarred me so much,

Even if I wanted to feel sorry, bad, or happy;

I couldn't.

Have you ever seen something burned into a crisp?

Or maybe even burned to ashes???

..... Well those are my feelings.

I put on a front.

I smile, laugh, and maybe even shed a tear;  every blue moon.

Well on the inside my feelings are still burnt to ashes.

Crazy thing is the fire was lit by those "closest" to me.

Yeah you know the ones that said they "LOVE" me.

That's why no one will ever be able to get close to me.

There's no recovery.....

Just ashes..

- Jay

This poem is about: 
My family
My country
Our world

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