I saw the blood, realized I was bleeding
And discovered that I couldn't feel a thing.
Crimson droplets on the stark white of the clean sheets
Drew my attention
As I tried to figure out why I did it.
I don't know why I can't feel it,
Even when I cry, the tears don't register
In my mind.
And then I can almost feel this stabbing pain,
In my chest, where my heart should be.
I guess it should be something close to hurt,
Close to anger, close to sadness
But I just can't tell anymore.
Can you tell me what it is?
Tell me, what's this sharpness in my chest,
The labored quickness of breath?
And why am I still feeling
When all I want is to be numb?