Numb
The girl without touch
Was still able to feel without feeling
She could still feel pain mentally
But no longer physically
Her only outlet of emotions
She could no longer experience
The smooth blade grazing across her forearm
Was her only release
She cries every night
Not knowing what to do
Her dog comes up to comfort her
But what’s the use
If she can’t feel his soft fur,
His warm body
She says to herself,
“What’s the point of living if life can’t touch me”
~the black lion
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