As I sit here breathing,
The numbness is setting in.
The feeling of nothingness comes
And the darkness is becoming ever present.
I breathe in;
I breathe out.
Feeling nothing; being nothing.
The mouth of hell has opened its jaws again,
And I stand at its opening.
Teetering on the brink,
I am begging for extinction.
Take me now;
Why do you tease me?
Why must I live dying?
I cannot find the answer.
It always escapes my grasp.
Cure me or take me.
Is that such an extraordinary request?
Why must I suffer?
Am I meant to always be alone?
Am I meant to never feel?
When the numbness always comes back
And my demons creep back in.
Why must I live dying
Numb?