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I don’t know why I’m here
Or what the hell I’m even doing.
Most days this haze surrounds me
And everything is comfortably numb,

Because that’s how people perceive it.

They all say it’s comfortable to not feel the pain,
To be so numb you could tear your chest open
Like it were no more than paper,
While all your blood spills to the floor and not feel a thing

But the numbness doesn’t just block out the bad.

I see the sunlight like gold specks floating
In fall air where people are laughing and breathing
And talking but my god
I can’t feel any of that anymore

I’m not in pain, but I’m not really alive either.

This numbness will kill me yet // -STG (inksplatteredpages)
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