What do you do when you're numb inside?
It's been one of those days
You know, one of those days when you want to die.
I need a cigarette.
But I don't smoke.
Damn.
It's been one of those days when you think you've hit the bottom, and it
turns out to be just a false wall . and you're actually falling into a
cliché abyss . a never-ending pit of despair .
And death is actually invited
One of those days you don't think can get any worse.
They decide to prove you wrong.
There's nothing like kicking a person in the head when they're down.
Kicking would be nice right now.
Wiping the smile and polite words from his lips; that mocking grin and
rehearsed speech, the tolerance is sickening.
And maybe he's trying to drive me away.
But he's trying to be polite about it.
At least the others were honest.
Brutality is much easier.
It's so much easier to turn pain into anger and hatred.
But no, he has to be civil.
He has to "humor" me.
Damn polite people.
Damn love.
Damn everything to hell a thousand times.
Or maybe just damn me. It would be easier.
What do you do when you're numb inside?
You become me.