You Feel NothingA Poem by John McGraelpoem i sat down and wrote today, inspired by a picture i saw of a teenager with her head in her hands literally just sat down and wrote it, first draft, tell me what you think this poem is really dark, im warning you so if you dont like dark stuff, jup against the wall, sitting all alone head held in your hands habitual tears falling from your mind's eye white wash the walls and ceiling of your only sanctuary you feel nothing
the pain drowns everything then you cry it away you see blood upon the white floor faded to gray in this surreality you feel nothing
you are trapped in this white room of your mind you are completely numb you watch days, weeks, months go slowly by, creeping along you watch through your only window, your eyes as others feel something as they experience the emotions of life emotions you have forgotten how to feel you wish, they too, would look from their windows to see you but their sanctuaries distract them, entertain them, complete them they cannot see past their colorful walls they cannot see your white washed walls you feel nothing
you watch yourself from above as you laugh and joke with friends as you cry for other's broken hearts as you make a smile but you are just a hollow shell of these things you always return to the white washed sanctuary you feel nothing
you watch from above, as your parents abuse you as their words, which used to burn your soul which caused this numbness do nothing you hope against all hope that this time you'll feel the pain like you used to but, alas, you feel nothing
you watch as your mother throws you up against the wall one last time it clicks
you watch her fall to the ground, knocked out cold
you feel the pain throbbing in your hand the sweet glorious pain that you can feel again
your bloody knuckles paint the walls scarlet red © 2009 John McGraelAuthor's Note
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