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Numb

So incredibly numb

No emotions

No love, no hate

No sadness, no happiness

No pleasure, no pain

Am I even human anymore?

Do I still bleed like everyone else?

Can I still die as easily as they?

I scan the room for something, anything, sharp

My eyes rest upon a pair of purple-handled scissors

I pick them up n gently place the cold, metal blade against my wrist

At first I only press lightly, hoping to maybe FEEL again

As I start to press harder, and cut deeper,

The blood flows faster and redder

Tears stream down my cheeks

I know it will all be over soon

My head starts to throb

And the room begins to spin

Even in the end I am totally emotionless

I fall onto my back and blackout,

Now truly dead to the world