there is no pain you are receiving
it’s in your head, you’re not really bleeding
another slash will do nothing
cut the skin and feel nothing
that’s not a vein that you are cutting
it’s only air, there is nothing
your whole body is slowly numbing
you cannot feel anything
the numbness is captivating
it’s now slowly spreading
you begin to feel nothing
for anyone or anything
you’ve lost your chance to be happy
everyone thinks that you are crazy
you go on feeling nothing
slowly, slowly everything is numbing
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 