Imperfect
This numbing feeling eclipses the sadness that I should be feeling… why am I so numb? Is everyone else like this?
This thing we call feeling, do we all just pretend to have these amazing emotions that no one ever really expiriences and then just lies about? Why do I want this so badly but can’t seem to feel it…. love so absrtactaly evades my every touch.
Touch the burning candle so someone can help me feel it the way I “know” I should. Where are the warm fuzzies I’ve heard so much about? Even pain is less intense, the same scars hurt less or not at all.
All is numb….. fleeting glimpses of pain, desire, dessperation, and…once…of love. Is there no more love to extract from my condemed soul?
Soul is dead. No trickle of happiness to spare for the shattered peices of my heart? More abnormal than I before, empathy is at a loss to help, and I see no one in the dark screaming abyss that is my world.
Worldy pain in red no longer brings relief and from blue there is no longer solace, no saving grace from white, nor stark reality from black.
Blackly intense oblivion no longer tempts while eternal light no longer preaches. Mediocracy reigns where perfection has given up.
I can’t stand to look at what’s become of us.
