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I’m numb,

I guess it helps to have a name for it

But it’s like looking at a rose and it hits thorns

And saying the thorns won’t prick your delicate skin simply because you know they’re there

He helps, but he also makes it worse

I love him though, I think I always well

Outside of that I don’t live anything

The thorns pricks don’t even hurt anymore

I can hardly get out of bed, can’t do my schoolwork

And no one sees it

My parents, therapist, teachers

“She’s just tired”

I’m not

I am

But not because of that

I’m banging on your day begging you to let me in

Please,please,please

No one answers of course

Theee are the days I miss her, and I miss him

They would’ve known exactly what to say

But I can’t talk to either of you

It’s ok though

I’ll be numb

It’s better then the spikes of fear I get during school

The ones where I have to leave school

Leave the school play

I hated leaving it

But I couldn’t breathe

I would cry in the bathroom when I was supposed to be on stage

Ms.****** understood though

Thank god

I don’t know how I would’ve managed if she didn’t

Anyway I miss feeling

But depression is like a blanket you can’t remove

I’m suffocating

Please help me

Please reach out

Anyone

Please