Neither a thousand bullets nor a million needles can explain,
The pain, of not being able to feel any pain,
When hurt no longer hurts, and tears no longer flow,
And you simply fail to acknowledge sorrow,
When your fragile heart, slowly turns into stone,
And you no longer mind being alone,
And it no longer matters, what goes or comes,
What could be worse than being numb??!!!
P.S. Pain is important. It makes us human. \m/
2 comments:
nice, this is one of your best poems that i have read, and definitely agree with the idea- its horrible when hurt doesnt hurt
Wonderfully expressed.
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