Numb

Numb

Numb
A weird feeling.
Making confusement bubble in your chest.

Numb
That's the thing,
It makes you feel your best.

'We need to talk,'
I heard my mother say.
I had just come back from a walk,
On that late February day.

Careful words that drowned my thoughts,
A crack starting to form in my chest.
Adrenaline coming in shots,
Numb under my skin, impossible to make rest.

Verbally abusive, that's the words she used.
While I agree with her, what will it be like without him?
While confusement and anger from my skin oozed,
I realized that him staying are grim.

His poor daughter, how does she live with it?
When he already scarred our minds, his yelling implanted.
How does she live with it? With the fear of being hit?
When the pain he causes mother has made me blinded.

Should we stay? Force ourselves to be numb?
Watch it all, unable to change?
It's impossible to hold this off any longer, the time has come.
When sleepless nights make us feel strange.

Numb
A weird feeling.
Making confusement bubble in your chest.

Numb
That's the thing,
It makes you feel your best.

When horrid things are happening,
You no longer feel the sting.

Numb.