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How Did I Become So Numb

How can I break Hearts and act Likes It is Fun...

My Days of feeling Lonely seems To be Over

I Know I am Alone but At least I feel Sober....

I grew up in A stormy Small Town 

Where I walk alone With My face Down....

Sometimes I used to search For an Way to put off The Pain

I don't feel Alive But like A shadow Of the DAy...

I don't Know What I have Become

So cold, My soul Has Come undone...

How can I cheer and Laugh at the Dying

When it's Against Myself I'm Fighting...

I don't Feel here,to everything Here's A middle finger

The moment lived for My finger on the Trigger....

In this World I have nothing left to Say

I'm On my knees Waiting to be saved............

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Carey Milton

I truly loved this write!...The opening lines grabbed me along with it's title..
Interesting... and I like your authenticity of the poems delivery.

How Did I Become So Numb
How can I break Hearts and act Likes It is Fun...

These lines above packed a punch for me.
Leading me through
A sad souls story
...well done!
 

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Delmayne Seekoei

thanx carey milton indeed a sad soul, lost,numb hope to see more of you soon? so friends?

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Valerie Lynn

Ahh awesome write!! Adding to my favorites! 5*s

I don't Feel here,to everything Here's A middle finger

Val ♥️

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